Man strays, but the companionship of fellows sets him aright. He is reminded of what he is not, and what he may be. Purposeful isolation might facilitate fruitful thought, but without communion what good comes of man?
I sinned deeply fellows, in manners against my nature. Only the shelter
Hahahahhahahaha! Thank thee saint (Nero)! I presuppose!
ReplyDeleteI wrote this fragment months ago at a dark turn and forgot it.
Go to it boys.
Others press what we left to the dirt.
your welcome
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