Beyond the deepest sea and widest ford,
Beyond the reach of even Overlord!
Transcendent to the mortal's keenest eye,
Broader than any mighty desert dry,
Beyond the ken of ire, and of dread,
Beyond the queering reach of any fred,
There does transcend the realm of all our minds
Where space new-born wells out from ancient Soul's distress
Greater than any craft of merely human kind
MOAB -- The cosmos' call of Surely Pure BS!

Calliope Witherspoon Etheridge
Notions of Transcendent Harmonies, 1899