The sage has three choices. He can choose whether he will love for himself, for God, or for men. I mull over these three choices. I examine them minutely under a microscope and take a determined stand toward each of them: which is to say, I take a stand toward none of them. I am the ass that dies between rows of drying hay.
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— Aug 27, 2026 09:35PM
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