Man made into a god, and the world was his….in a sense. He was flush with strength and possibility, a Into his power, and the clinical detachment of the master of REASONINGĪt this new development. One who held the GREEN, all things that grow on the Earth, as he stepped
Ideas made flesh by joining men and women. Mere tablecloth, overlying the true reality: the reality of ideas, of World was shattered and revealed for the flat, weak construct it was, a Modest of maidens, akin to calling Leonardo da Vinci a tinkerer Oreth’s To say it was exhilarating would be an understatement fit for the most To them, was one with them, and they recognized him as their master, There was more, however each of these things knew him. He knew whereĮach seed lay and where each animal rested. His perceptions expanded to encompass the whole of the encampment – heĬould feel each and every tent, footstep, and fire pit.
Then it happened – his Second Birth, the gift of his Nature, his entrance into life as an Essential.
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