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EXCUSES

In the pursuit of pleasure(or the relief of pain),they abuse their leisureand then return to work again. In the pool when the water is cleara thousand activities appear;a network of looking, seeing, willing;of turning, diving, chasing, catching, killing. Nowhere is … Continue reading

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RIGHT VIEW

In the Jungle of the Worldand the Tangle of the Senseswe build us huts of mud and heartacheand make (and mend) our fragile fences. ‘This is me! That is mine!’is the burden of our song.We cannot see, still less definethat … Continue reading

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TOI ET MOI

is the eternal dancewhere those who lovefind one anotherand, taking their chance,reach up to highest Heaven aboveand down to deepest Hell. There is no higher happinessthan loving true and well. Toi et Moi sailtheir fragile boatwith single eyefrom birth to … Continue reading

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REQUIEM: ARMISTICE DAY

This yearthe dead are blindand do not seem to hearour prayers. Nor do they seem to mindthat we now ownwhat they once thought was theirs. Here they shed no tearat all the painthey left behind. Now, when they come again,they … Continue reading

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DEEP DOWN TO DEATH

Deep down to deathwith every breathand not one morefor any faith. His skin has lost a glossy look.He only feels his single painand waits for nothingto come back again. .

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BLACK MAGIC…

…A flowering of the human spiritin which Evil torments and exploitsas much of Creation as it can reach. …A development of Freedom To,when the corner stone of Ethics is discarded, that proliferates and insinuatesto as near Absolute Power as it … Continue reading

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VIEWPOINTS

At Tha Thua they sweat,eat ice, jump in river.At Whitsands we’re wet,wear coats and just shiver. At noon, garlic toast is a must.Half-an-hour later it tastes just like dust. Our viewpoints change to meet new dataas smart clothes adjust to … Continue reading

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