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So true
I was thinking today this (TTC ch 20) is so true:
The collective mind is bright and sunny, gay and prosperous
It is like enjoying a sacrificial ox
Or like ascending a tower in springtime.
The self alone, is so moored!
It is not yet divined on the tortoise-shell
Like being a baby-child before it smiles.
Unattached, so unattached
The self looks absent of a place to merge.
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