like a field of firepots all fired at once , so is the room peopled with an uncountable number , all in flowing white raiments , all with an astral glow about their faces , all speaking but not in words , only in heart expressions ... they are all one with frak , he is with them ... they are legion , frak is legionall turn towards king benjamin , he who is now not seen , who has become invisibleone with the urim and thummin ... its power as oracle , so is a deep sight given to frakhe peers beyond peering into a distance ... a far-vision , sighting a land of hills and thick forests , a landscape which opens before him as the brilliant lights guide him , lights as bright as the hot lands sun but shadowing nothing in their brilliance ... there walks frak and as he walks he is aware of others beside him , not persons he can see but he knows that he is not alone , that all are walking towards a moment of great promise ... behold !