OF IMMACULATE PERCEPTION 173
lack innocence in desire, and therefore ye backbite desire.
Verily, not as creators, procreators, happy in be- coming, ye love earth !
Where is innocence ? Where will unto procreation is. And he who would create beyond himself, hath in mine eyes the purest will.
Where is beauty? Where I am compelled to will with all will; where I must love and perish in order that an image may not remain an image only.
Loving and perishing, these words have rhymed for eternities. Will unto love, that is, to be willing even unto death. Thus I speak unto you cowards !
But now your emasculate ogling wisheth to be called ' contemplativeness.' And what can be touched with cowardly eyes is to be baptized ' beautiful ' ! Oh, ye befoulers of noble names !
But that shall be your curse, ye immaculate, ye pure perceivers, that ye shall never give birth. And that although ye lie broad and big on the horizon !
Verily, ye fill your mouth well with noble words, and we are to be made believe that your heart hath too great abundance, ye liars ?
But my words are small, despised, crooked words; happily I pick up what falleth under the table during your dinner.
Still they serve to tell dissemblers the truth ! Yea,
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