What times we're in...

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Remember, the end of all knowledge is to chant Hare Krishna with

humility and a longing to simply be a devotee of God forever (all

translations to prefered dialects acceptable).

 

It is definitely welcome that all sincere astrologers of all schools

discuss here, not the least liked of which by me is called as SJVC, and

that soul known as Robert Koch is also not the least liked by this one.

 

So rant anon, being as thou are, but bring not thy swords, for none of

us be thy vagina. (Yes, this is proper wording Latin embued).

 

Just remember always that what ye know indeed may not be knowledge, for

thinketh of thee before the Lord, and if rightly thinking thus then ye

shall not spare thy fear of how he shall humiliate thee at that hour of

thine highest glee, when thou hast lost and gained everything.

 

For what matters now, in matter thus, shall not matter then, when matter

is dust.

 

And if judging fair, from the summary view, the Sag. crowd shall have

it, for the jnan be theirs. The Caps it seems, have not the heart, nor

the brain, nor will, to go the course. And isn't that, of course, one of

the indications of these two non friends?

 

And Mani, there is another, who understands you well, your adopted son,

have you forgotten? For not in America does he identify, nor in Afghan

afar, not in any country or place of dust, nor race, creed, trust, or

united thrust. Your madness, or genious, what'er it tis, flew over the

cuckoos nest, and cleared the ridge.

 

Again I try to flare, but fail again, but none can stop me, when sincere

I am, when from the deepest corners, when all thoughts are gone, when

the ego is down, like dimmed lights at night, when the meal is dry, the

table deserted, nobody remains, the grounds are quiet, when all is over,

and all flirts retired, when I am honest with myself, and the stars bear

witness, then I can say, and none of you can take it, nobody can find

the fault in it, and no insincere trace remains, that is when I say it,

the it that makes glee, that "it" is this

 

All of you, I love thee.