The wheel upon which the carriage of life rides;
A discipline for the uncelebrated arbiters among mortals;
A specialty for Nature's brides;
A third eye for them that love to see!
The mother of all disciplines,
Surpassed by her offspring,
Yet the cradle of them all!
Oftentimes ignored, oftentimes derided.
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