When phrases run wild like barbaric vulvas
and truthful curses run amok like dirge in valleys with cliffs of black tar above
no there is no sense in dew
only rudimentary cows
and steel
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Nazi Germany was a bottom line of what “man” is.
In the Americas up North there are symptoms of a higher kind.
In Italy the Concept of Man was first formed.
Italy as encompassing Greece and West Turkey and France and parts of Switzerland and parts of Spain, and even to the North.
But in Germany, the consequence was revealed.
Now, the real struggle comes down to one question. Do we want “man”? Or do we want something else, or nothing?
If ever I have drunk a full draught of the foaming spice—and confection-bowl in which all things are well mixed:
If ever my hand hath mingled the furthest with the nearest, fire with spirit, joy with sorrow, and the harshest with the kindest:
If I myself am a grain of the saving salt which maketh everything in the confection-bowl mix well:—
—For there is a salt which uniteth good with evil; and even the evilest is worthy, as spicing and as final over-foaming:—
Oh, how could I not be ardent for Eternity, and for the marriage-ring of rings—the ring of the return? - FWN Z
Too much, too soon, this is the soundest part of that nauseating epiphany-simulation.
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Nothing comes to the ones who wait
why would there be anything left?
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What is it that is left to gain?
What is it that is left to gain on these terms, that we have set and played by for thousands of years, if not millennia
What is it that has not yet been gained - and lost - in all this life on Earth?
Question.
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If we seek to perpetuate the happiness of women in instances of pride, then we have succeeded in creating a jungle that may outlast twenty timelines of life yet. Perhaps pre-history is the time when women ruled, when there was no writing or reason.
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There cannot be circumstance, there must be only tactic. - Caesar Black Twin
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Ends are yet to be invented. What ends can we have when our aims are so readily fulfilled? Why is the plentiest horn the barrenness acre. The Sheep may follow the shepherd or the piper or the pope or whoever calls the prettiest symbol. But when the thunder strikes order is gone sooner than you can say “sacrament”.
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“I hope, I hope…”
Red
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A joke is a hole in reality, which is a cosmic joke.
The meaning of life is finding the right reasons to laugh.
Victory and beauty walk the same path.
But they are rather hostile.