what
is the location of mankind?
The very balanced undertaking of this thought
The body politic that reaps the originating fecundity she sows
What is the location of mankind?
The location of a concepts origin
The spellbound myth is the secret within a seed
Mankind is this harboured by god
What is the location of mankind?
The personality of medicine is the location of mankind
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It is as though only someone with either the courage or good fortune (or both) to experience all that lay within themselves could truly hope to know where or in what space (or radiation) they dwell.
Your words give me hope that our words or thoughts can, like the natural world, be infused with the essence and eloquence of that space every way we can listen, any way we can hear, something of our every manner of communication wends with the purpose and inspiration of Life itself as it lends itself to the description of those first conditions or words set to live upon and be illuminated and read (as much as fed) by the radiance of our own.
We may carve our story with our lives and plant a garden with our souls.
"The spellbound myth is the secret within a seed
Mankind is this harboured by god"
For he or she willing or fortunate enough to touch that essence within themselves (the essence of themselves), all creation not only reflects all that lay within them - it would unfold according to nothing less. It is my understanding that such a wonder cannot be beseeched or implored. And man or woman should seek to and hope to gain any measure of understanding of themselves or all that lay within them, very seed and code of every unfolding of everlasting Life, those of our own most inspired feeling and thought in the perpetual medicinal pageant of Man and Nature in thus every good coordination.
An enemy as such would just has soon have to move the entire cosmos to sway them from their course.
I am spellbound by the fathomless depths with which everyone and all wisdom is alive, however it has ever been or will ever be spoken.
And I am spellbound by those who, having listened long and well, can put into words, words like that of the wind across my skin whispering something of every note of every song or every leaf of cloud and wind and sky that could ever spring from God's green Earth, something of the living thoughts commune with God's in every hallowed space, that of the fruit and the seed, roots mingling with the silent and eternal depths of all our dreams come true.
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