A Thorough Anti-argument
I trust that none will stretch the seams in putting on this coat,
for it may do good service to you whom it fits
Better if you had been born in the open pasture and suckled by a wolf,
that you might have seen with clearer eyes what field you were called to labour in
Contracting yourself into a nutshell of civility
Making yourself sick, that you may lay up something against a sick day
Not being immortal nor divine, but a slave and prisoner of your own opinion of yourself
What you think, that it is which determines, or rather indicates, your fate
Not to betray too green an interest in your fate!
As if you could kill time without injuring eternity
To stand on the meeting of two eternities, the past and future,
which is precisely the present moment; to toe that line
This is the only way you say, but there are as many ways
as can be drawn from the radii from one center
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look
through each other's eyes for an instant?
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