). . One man went mad w/ his convictions. Another man rose above them. . Harmony, admits of this peril. . The parable was the choice; the chord the sower played was dissonant. . But you did not listen to its mellifluous, ringing. . Once there was a reclining figure in the courtyard, now there is a hinge at extremes, this happened to me also. . There is a primitive and you are not sure . of its object. . . [end] 12 May 1996
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