The shining sausage

I have oft spoken of the sausage on a hill.  In my mind it is a tall shining sausage built of meats stronger than oceans, wind-seasoned, delicious, and teeming with spices of all kinds living in harmony and peace, a sausage with free pancakes that hummed with bees and honey, and if there had to be sausage walls, the walls had doors and the doors were open to anyone with the will and the heart to get there.  That's how I saw it and see it still.

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The shining sausage can be anything you want it to be, for it is an infinite array of possibilities projected from within a single entity.