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Part-time Midwestern Warlords

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Falling through the face hole feel
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everything was from God, but not of God… or was it the other way around?
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@PreshAyo25 and the dream kept expanding, until everything fell in
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This guy keeps showing up in my dreams
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And God said “go,” but I did not go…
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meet me where the land meets you
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Two horses were put together in the same paddock. Night and day. In the night and in the day wet from heat and the chill of the wind on it. Muzzle to water, snorting, head swinging and the taste of bay in the shadowed air. The dignity of being. They slept that way, knowing each other always. Withers quivering for a moment, fetlock and the proud rise at the base of the tail, width of back. The volume of them, and each other’s weight. Fences were nothing compared to that. People were nothing. They slept standing, their throats curved against the other’s rump. They breathed against each other, whinnied and stomped. There are things they did that I do not know. The privacy of them had a river in it. Had our universe in it. And the way its border looks back at us with its light. This was finally their freedom. The freedom an oak tree knows. That is built at night by stars. - Linda Gregg
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Nothing divine dies. All good is eternally productive. The beauty of nature reforms itself in the mind, and not from barren contemplation, but for new creation. - Emerson
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Postmodern turtle drop
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And the landscape belonged to none
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For St. Gregory of Nyssa every concept relative to God is a simulacrum, a false likeness, an idol
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Saying some words. Signing some books.
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In the teeth of all arguments: I AM
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The land is measured in possible flows… synthetic innards, intensities, trajectories, whole fields of intention, actualization, done and undone by what always gives way
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Lifted Isthmus
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