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July 1, 2016
We are so made by our imagination, that a meager word may generate a world, a galaxy, a splendorous fantasmagoria of infinite creation that is of no equal but by those who wish to create and to belong to their creations, give in, let go, be at one with their ever expanding gardens of light and dark, that their absorption may take them on chariots of fire. We are so made of these heavens and hells, by droppings of mind mixed with soul, the ether of spirit, that the birds of fire we become may drown the dragons of evil.