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Spiritual experience is a modest womanwho looks lovingly at only one man. It’s a great river where duckslive happily, and crows drown. The visible bowl of form contains foodthat is both nourishing and a source of heartburn. There is an…
One day the king assembled his courtiers.He handed the minister a glowing pearl.”What would you say this is worth?” “More goldthan a hundred donkeys could carry.” “Break it!””Sir, how could I waste your resourceslike that?” The king presented himwith a…
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