I am the sum of all of the truth there was.
In gentle amorous chains of the earth's stupor,
spoke I words that nourish the soils of knowledge.
As neither I spoke empty nor false.
Thus created I thyself by these hands,
thy fate by this mind.
Thou art my heirs and my children.
We meet at our origin.
Again dance we to the sound we hear not
and to the light dare we not seek.
'Cause thy eyes were made not to see my body.
Made thine to believe.
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