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Humanity's plight began with the dawn of reflection. The first flipped image returned to the ape man's retina conjoured a romantic enchantment: The birth of a sin. Glorified and horrified by our Mother's indiscriminate hand, we elevated and relegated ourselves above and below the land. Our conceited self-perception forges the belief that we can know All. But if the Great Wall were to know of its magnitude it would fall; if the pig heard the slaughterhouse call it would fly - The day we live to live will be the day we learn to die.
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Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 4:06 PM UTC
The Dawn of Reflection
Humanity's plight began with the dawn of reflection. The first flipped image returned to the ape man's retina conjoured a romantic enchantment: The birth of a sin. Glorified and horrified by our Mother's indiscriminate hand, we elevated and relegated ourselves above and below the land. Our conceited self-perception forges the belief that we can know All. But if the Great Wall were to know of its magnitude it would fall; if the pig heard the slaughterhouse call it would fly - The day we live to live will be the day we learn to die.
Copyright Michael O'Connell, 2010
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Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 4:06 PM UTC
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