stir echo, a riotous VOICE of spirit upwelling in the contest of red hot life not remembered but a round in the great melee of all comers, the rush of joy and calamity the industry of dust and wild becomings the crucible of men and greater things. we could be giants. earnest for the blood all comers, any blood there own and of the others no matter, the fist decides whos king and all are brothers who shout, who sing in this ring.