If all permutations of a single god designed to help humans as we drag and plod were given a name and that name were well-known then how on this green earth could True Faith be shown? By speaking such things as can never be spoken we worship the smallest of cheap shiny tokens of a vast grand majesty whose name is Naught whose essence can neither be known nor forgot. Now have done with learning set judgment aside and rejoice as need want and loneliness die for right where you're standing is where you belong so long as your heart-line is ringing with song.
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