Like the sweet apple that reddens
At end of the bough--
Far end of the bough--
Left by the gatherer's swaying,
Forgotten, so thou.
Nay, not forgotten, ungotten,
Ungathered (till now).
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History shows us that when religion and science have a scuffle, religion either is reinterpreted, backs down, or is destroyed.
by Don Blandingylang-ylang...
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hear the bells of China clang!
Burning incense, joss and musk,
weaving perfume in the dusk,
weary pilgrims kneel and pray,
leave a gift and go away...
ancient Priest ...