From b18fd8051babb2c855bae92a5d7cb9f1edeffaca Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Madison Rye Progress <makyo@drab-makyo.com>
Date: Sat, 29 Jun 2024 15:24:31 -0700
Subject: [PATCH] Change epigraph

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 {{% verse %}}
-And am I born to die?
-To lay this body down!
-And must my trembling spirit fly
-into a world unknown?
-A land of deepest shade;
-Unpierced by human thought.
-The dreary regions of the dead,
-Where all things are forgot.
+People of Orphalese,
+    beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
+    But you are life and you are the veil. 
+    Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
+    But you are eternity and you are the mirror. 
 
-Soon as from earth I go,
-What will become of me?
-
-— Charles Wesley, 1753
+— Kahlil Gibran
 {{% /verse %}}