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All Finite Things Reveal Infinitude: The Mountain With Its Singular Bright Shade Like The Blue Shine On Freshly Frozen Snow, The After-light Upon Ice-burdened Pines; Odor Of Basswood Upon A Mountain Slope, A Scene Beloved Of Bees; Silence Of Water Above A Sunken Tree: The Pure Serene Of Memory Of One Man,- A Ripple Widening From A Single Stone Winding Around The Waters Of The World.

The Damage Of Teaching: The Constant Contact With The Undeveloped.

In The Kingdom Of Bang And Blab.

I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.

The Body And The Soul Know How To Play In That Dark World Where Gods Have Lost Their Way.