Emotion, the Beast.
The separator, the divinatory: Emotion is the cur feeding On the fresh produce of mind fields. Emotion is the wolf ravaging logical elegance. Emotion is the jackal stealing The little grasp of reality one has. Separate me from the world not, Beast. The terror I harbor of thee is immense.
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What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?
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