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John E Clifford scripsit:
> I get lost in the new predicates and what not whose explanation
> I have not yet dug out of the detritus, but these seem fairly
> straightforward.� Both are true, though I would say rather odd, because
> there are cats and non-cats. Or, I suppose, one might say that HaShem
> catizes and also non-catizes.� And so on for various other stories.�
If the red slayer think he slays,
Or if the slain think he is slain,
They know not well the subtle ways
I keep, and pass, and turn again.
Far or forgot to me is near,
Shadow and sunlight are the same,
The vanished gods to me appear,
And one to me are shame and fame.
They reckon ill who leave me out;
When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt,
And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
The strong gods pine for my abode,
And pine in vain the sacred Seven;
But thou, meek lover of the good!
Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.
--Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Brahma"
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The man that wanders far cowan@hidden.email
from the walking tree http://www.ccil.org/~cowan
--first line of a non-existent poem by: John Cowan