mixture
ah those great imagined wells of purest, coolest quality where we draw our qualia those imagined wells, great infinite depths, expressions with all their favourite forms now roiling, now rippling, and still now, better, or none negating of others like oils and waters, i sail on a complex mixture - a complex mixture, this great god bouquet and oh pan, for the path, and lentil, how i find it, and suffering and grace whatever their names and the ones with the extent of - my choice where i draw my choice which i drink
other things said
- and how the difference between imaginary and real is like the difference between artificial and natural. it's artificial, imaginary. a matter of contrivance or lack thereof
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