The Forbidden Heights - Your Life is a Myth

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The Word

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They ask me:
In what great silence have you alone composed your poetic words?

And I ask:
What Greater Solitary Poet has given utterance to me in His Silence?
For I am but a word given the breath of life by a Greater Poet upon the pages of Life.

Thus, I am the Word become Flesh.

 

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A human being is a collection of unbalanced and conflicting elements of all sorts, held in a very delicate and precarious equilibrium.