I go about looking at horses and cattle. They eat grass, make love, work when they have to, bear their young. I am sick with envy of them.
That in the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as truth. Man made the truths himself and each truth was a composite of a great many vague thoughts. All about in the world were truths and they were all beautiful.
Everyone in the world is Christ and they are all crucified.
I am a lover and have not found my thing to love.
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