Would you spurn something, anything which is uncommon to nature? Dost thou not know they own life, even, occurs in the order of nature? Would thou have Buck Whiskey or some other? Would thou not nourish thine own person for the journey ahead, for the days are evil enough?
Would that thou would get lost in thy evil thoughts and not return, or dost thou dream of puppies and kittens all day, and who's puppies and kittens? Have you included nature in your mad thoughts?
Thy highest service would could perform, the most energetic use of one's spittle, is to see to the perfect elapsing of nature; anything else is blunder and folly, wasting one's precious hours on workings of hubris and lack of reason.
Does thou familiars know you by your love? Or are you tyrannical with them? Does thou hand brush the felicities, or do you curse at brittle cockle burrs?
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