In the sky, there is no distinction of east and west; people create distinctions out of their own minds and then believe them to be true.

When all is said and done,
When all is dust and bone,
What will Earth remember?
The fine-toothed comb of mind
watching its coils unwind?
And what will Air remember?
The murmur of one voice
urging the other's choice?
And what will Water remember?
The tipping caress of my bosom's pair
in the cool, sweet wetness of your hair?
And Fire, what will Fire remember?
How Fire did rage and ignite the moans
of love's denial of dust and bone?

"So much more is there paradise in the scent of the green leaves at evening and in the appearance of the sea and in the redness of the sky; and there came to me a certain vision of a real world about us all the while, of a language that was only secret because we would not take the trouble to listen to it and descern it."

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