title: Reflexion, Everlasting Valentime: A modest proposal...
author: Lambent Aspect
description: Existing poet and philosopher, Lambent aspect searches to write timeless literary vignettes. Lambent enters writing as both the literary art form and the immortal witness. The love of wisdom, philosophia, has gained Lambent Aspect to nourish the viewpoint. Women, children, valor, virginity, chastity, and widows. Lambent has begun the quest to establish the likeness of art in literature. Writing, using Lambent Aspect's vignette style, is the refinement of speech. Speech is the result of thought in amount great, beauty is wisdom. Lambent is searching to capture timeless, eternal portraits using English. Emotion, the dynamic soul, love. Serenity has transcended through the verses. And, the desire to peacefully embody all things has triumphed in the modest quest of one lifetime. Nature is to nourish and to flourish, Lambent plays the moment etching divine, epic likeness. Still rather young, the gift of Lambent Aspect grants opportunity to persevering growth. Lambent will desire to translate life and death, light and love, and the wisdom of motion in the eternal body. Lambent Aspect will persevere the decided freedom to use the immortal witness (writing) as art.
zlib_text: I, MENGSK 
   
  Graham McNeill 
   
   
   
   
  BEGINNINGS 
   
  VALERIAN HEARD THE KNOCK AT THE DOOR, BUT ignored it, concentrating 
  instead on the tawny port that swirled in the expensive cut-crystal glass held in one 
  manicured hand. The knock came again, more insistent this time, and the tone and 
  impatience of the sound told Valerian Mengsk who was on the other side of the door 
  without his having to answer it. 
  He smiled as he sipped his drink, the gesture out of place on his handsome features 
  this day, or any other day recently, for that matter. Valerian settled into the deep leather 
  upholstery of the chair, enjoying the heat of the room's coal fire and the warmth of the drink 
  in his belly. 
  Precious little else had given him enjoyment these last months, for they had been 
  thankless and painfilled. The pain had not been his, at least not physically, but it had been 
  hard watching his mother suffer as the wasting sickness melted the flesh from her bones and 
  unraveled her mind. 
  Valerian st