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God is all and every creation and the jubilant moment prior to creation.

God, the fire of every man's loins, unending, always changing and growing,
is the source of bliss and confusion, of the heart's longing and the mind's
devotion.

He is all fullness, all emptiness. All hope is God, all despair is God.
God is the communion that heals aching solitude; He is the perfection
that calls to man in solitude.

God draws each man to move and to act, God teaches each man to
drown in desire and prayer.

God is the idiot and drooling grin of hopeless lustful bliss. God is the considered distance
of enraptured contemplation.

God dies with the soldier in battle. And we weep with Him, each of us dying
in the loss of the man to our love and our heartfelt and poignant worship.
God is eternal Flesh and in
Spirit is as transient and brief as a blade of grass, the single note
of a lovely song once heard and never lost.

God is concentration, distraction, purpose and wandering.

Between the legs of every man, God lives in Flesh and Perfection,
in holy individuality and the ultimate sacred mystery of infinite
multiplicity.

The life of the worshiper of God is rife with strife and effort, yes. This is
the world and God lives with each of us within it. Remember and celebrate
God, worship between the legs of Man and joy and eternal life are yours.

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