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Let Us Leave Theories There And Return To Here's Hear.

What Kind Of Liberation Would That Be To Forsake An Absurdity Which Is Logical And Coherent And To Embrace One Which Is Illogical And Incoherent?

Desire's Wind Blasts The Thorntree But After It Becomes From A Bramblebush To Be A Rose Upon The Rood Of Time.

A Man's Errors Are His Portals Of Discovery.

Absence, The Highest Form Of Presence.