In the higher places or so it seems, you wouldn’t expect less than understanding beings. A true quarell between brother or sister is not the world I imagined in my dream. How can you be so, that you can see from the mountain’s top, Aurora’s glow, yet at the same time act like those below? Is there no honor among the energy-thieves, is there no greater love that hails from these beliefs. True brothers and sisters should not be below, in the place of swinging threads, the end of cable’s tow. So if you wonder, do others take serious the same as you perceive, they do exist; nothing can be covered by a bare sleeve.
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