What impudence!
As though Truth or God or the Way
can be captured in formulae.
Unadorned thoughts and verse.
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2 comments:
Exactly. Rare few understand this.
We are naturally inclined to categorize and label and define -- and this is no less so for our gods than for anything else. It is also one of the more difficult aspects of our psyche to overcome, I think.
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