text_original: And as you shake off some of the dust of earth that has clogged your soul, you find yourself sending out thoughts in directions long forgotten; the things of earth take on new proportions, the first being often last, and the last becoming first.
text_transcription: AND AS YOU SHAKE OFF SOME OF THE DUST OF EARTH THAT HAS CLOGGED YOUR SOUL YOU FIND YOURSELF SENDING OUT THOUGHTS IN DIRECTIONS LONG FORGOTTEN THE THINGS OF EARTH TAKE ON NEW PROPORTIONS THE FIRST BEING OFTEN LAST AND THE LAST BECOMING FIRST
phonemes: ænd æz juː ʃˈeɪk ˈɔf sˌʌm ʌvðə dˈʌst ʌv ˈɜːθ ðæt hɐz klˈɑːɡd jʊɹ sˈoʊl, juː fˈaɪnd jɔːɹsˈɛlf sˈɛndɪŋ ˈaʊt θˈɔːts ɪn dᵻɹˈɛkʃənz lˈɔŋ fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩; ðə θˈɪŋz ʌv ˈɜːθ tˈeɪk ˌɔn nˈuː pɹəpˈɔːɹʃənz, ðə fˈɜːst bˌiːɪŋ ˈɔfən lˈæst, ænd ðə lˈæst bᵻkˈʌmɪŋ fˈɜːst.