And
if thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee: for
it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish, and not
that thy whole body should be cast into hell.
I am the air. I am the soil. I am the wind and the rain. I am the noise and the quiet. I am the rose and I am the thorn. I am the space between space and I am a tree trunk in the forest. I am all colours yet I am none. I am all men yet I am but one. And I forgive the sins you commit each day as you know not what you do. You are all my children And I love you.
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