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Idiots perceive the Wise to be Idiots. Comedy. Yet God is not a comedian. God, using the Heart of Man as a Throne. They have no idea that Wisdom grows only in One Place, of its own accord. Requires a little planting, a little watering.

Duality exists only in the mind. 'Im here because of you, you're here because of me', in all directions. Defense for the Heart. The Wise know that there is only one Organ that makes everyone the same and works the same. Sure, you can yell at an Intellectual Superior if you'd like, he's there because of you, and you're there because of Him. Step outside the Duality into placelessness.

Becareful if you're too open-minded. Your brain might fall out!

The Lover has no Brain, the Intellectual has a Hidden Heart. The man of Balanced Disposition steps in. He possesses Unity of Being. His Heart and His Brain are Friends. And you call him an Idiot. Comedy. One of these people alone might be thought to be a Savior. He knows he's not the only one like him, but that there is only One who is unlike them All. A Group of those like him are called Real Friends.

Unity, in all directions!

For years and years we studied How to be sane.
The Wise found out.
'Work from the Heart, speak with the Brain.'

I don't really care much about politics. Infact, I don't care about politics at all not even sort of kind of a little bit. But I AM looking for some hot, unstable women! *shrug*

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