Even as the primeval Desert is bare.
I lift up my face and stretch my hands unto the sky,
And in the palace of Solitude I cry aloud :
"Oh, Nature, unknown and unknowable,
"Who only hath fashioned us,
"Only Creator and only God,
"Teach me, almighty Mother,
"Which is the sinner,
"My sisters, whom I have enslaved, or I?
"My brothers, whom I have disinherited, or I?
"The sinner, who has sinned without choice,
"Who before he was born was made sinful,
"Or I who have falsified all your conditions,
"And robbed my brothers of their birthright?"
TRUTH: By the eternal Silence, you are answered.
POET: See ! Here is a seed covered with thorns. Which blows about the Desert. I will be such a seed, bearing thorns and a new life. From today I will no longer consent to the falsifying of
Nature's conditions. I will no longer consent to Authority, Privilege, Poverty ; I will no longer deny my Creator, omnipotent, universal,
surrounding. I will go to Nature, as a child to its mother. And I will place my hands between her knees. And my head in her lap.
I will rest in her bosom, and she shall nurse me. I will obey her in all things.
And she will feed me with the honeycomb of Freedom. I shall taste of Freedom not only for myself. But for all men.
Not one shall be born but shall know happiness. None shall know sin.
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