וְהֵשִׁ֚יב לֵֽב־אָבוֹת֙ עַל־בָּנִ֔ים וְלֵ֥ב בָּנִ֖ים עַל־אֲבוֹתָ֑ם

Because the infolded dimension of Elijah's sharpened sword edge

Parts Son from Father who, else, were of one Heart

& all Religio is e'er rendered factious by issues' wedge

Spissitude's amplituhedra ensouls Art. 

Which is another, totes stupid, typically me, way to say

Thy deer Murti is hunted by Marble's Quarry

Till again, your death, remake my day. 

Dad, for the pain I caused, I'm sorry

 

Envoi-

 

Brahma! Peace hath a Prince & is that Breath upon the Waters

Saṃpratti (संप्रत्ति) for me, Something more for daughters.