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A Message for SLORC
To those foolish enough to believe they can remake reality in their own
image, I offer this poem:
"The Flowers"
By Wrightson Tongue
One seed grows
a hundred flowers.
One flower makes
a thousand seeds.
Say to the seed,
"Do not grow."
Tell the flower,
"Do not bloom."
The wind which scatters,
The earth which shelters,
The rain which waters,
The Sun which warms,
None of them listen.
The sound returns
to earth.
The wind plants,
The rain opens,
The sun draws up,
And that which would forbid
Blossoms in the garden.