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is a snowstorm. Following the principles of eternity winds, it spins,
sometimes strewing over the innocently white body of the space with
billions of snowflakes which embrace the moment of existence, and
sometimes heaving up to grey vortexes of sudden changes. It never
goes the same way. But it can stop. On
Earth there is a great power which can stop
the time, put it under control, make it pure and shed light on it –
then let time, bright, reborn with inexpressible inner beauty, go.
That power is like the sun: piercing through the snowflakes, its rays
are being reflected in every crystal of a fragile snowflake body,
then tenderly lightened they become stars slowly falling down.
Admired and charmed, the snowstorm dies, afterwards the world is all
calm. And
the name of that power is Kai, amazing and unique, ancient and
eternal art of the Altaian. Heard once, it remains forever in one`s
heart, becomes its essential part – the fifth element – merging
grief, suppressing evil and defeating death – it remains such a
solitary piece of happiness without which it will never be complete. Those
who have heard kai at least once don`t need any words to understand
me… And to those who can`t catch the
meaning I suggest listening to Kaichi… |
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