At the centre of the rings of the heavens lies the almighty. The vast circumference of ethereal consciousnesses in their termini swarm ellipses around the radiant; all that is holy in the firmament. It is Ideal.
You are summoned, that you should be next to touch absolution. Gravitating from the swirling ooze of distinct being you are ready for unity. Ready to coalesce with the epitome and the perfect. You accept that the ideal becomes you and reach in both mind and soul. Although as you dissipate never let it be forgotten that once touched you simply become the Ideal.