I bring a sword that contains its own medicine: The sour milk that cureth the body.
Having suffered pleasure and pain, gladly dost thou deny the things of existence for freedom of desire-from this sorry mess of inequality-once so des.
Learning all things from Thee in the most sinister way for representation: from thy thought to become thereafter.
Nature is more atrocious.
Die not to spare, but that the world may perish.
Prepare to meet God, the omnifarious believing, -Thyself the living truth.
I bring a sword that contains its own medicine: The sour milk that cureth the body