I think, Wilbur, that what we have here is a classic failure to communicate due to non-synchronous concept-modes.Will Bouwman wrote: ↑Thu Jun 06, 2024 3:14 pmI just don't see it through your turd tinted glasses, Gus.
Let me try to break through to you in a differing mode:
::: takes an enormous breath and sings :::
Well?? Are you feeling it now?!?You never enjoy the world aright, till the Sea itself floweth in your veins, til you are clothed with the heavens, and crowned with the stars: and perceive yourself to be the sole heir of the whole world and more than so, because men are in it who are everyone sole heirs as well as you. Till you can sing and rejoice and delight in God, as misers do in gold, and Kings in scepters, you can never enjoy the world.
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Till your spirit filleth the whole world, and the stars are your jewels; till you are as familiar with the ways of God in all ages as with your walk and table: till you are intimately acquainted with that shady nothing out of which the world was made: till you love men so as to desire their happiness, with a thirst equal to the zeal of your own: till you delight in God for being good to all: you never enjoy the world. Till you more feel it than your private estate, and are more present in the hemisphere, considering the glories and the beauties there, than in your own house; till you remember how lately you were made, and how wonderful it was when you came into it: and more rejoice in the palace of your glory, than if it has been made but today morning.
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