The beach.C H I L D R E NP L A Y. Each pebble the stone of the wise during the game.
		To give form to a thought is Eros' eternal sweet satisfaction.
	Red leaf, pierced by light. God annotates your swirling dance in gusting winds.
The old genome can |	now be deciphered, new codes |	inscribed in time's sand.

.................	Silent, the Logos	Heeding the soft voice
	suffers the ravages of	of the internal law un-
	LOGOMACHIA.	ties the s e l f- w i l l's k n o t.
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	Come see what delight will ripen while time slips by l i k ea g r e yf i e l d m o u s e.
The MIND g r o w s s l o w l y listening in silence. The CROWD mills in the streets.

	In each BEGINNING when He calls forth the light, God speaks sotto voce.
		Love of wisdom lights thought's fire in the hours of the soul's dark night.
P H I L O S O P H Y is a birthright. Once claimed it moves toward t r a n s c e n d e n c e.
	SAMENESS defines the
	Logos who forever is
	changing the changes.
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A point has no weight	.	To know the borders
no extension. Why is it		of life and love! LOOK, RAIN
so hard to carry?		DROPS ON THE BUDDHA.
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	Those who know war have true knowlege. The many make war without knowing.
Living forms flow in | superabundance; like tears| at tragedy's death.
T h o u g h t travels with the the speed of darkness. The private mind conceives conceit.

	Say what is WISDOM but to walk in the heart the steep way of sorrow?