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Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: Everywhere; no where
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Feb 15th, 2003, 07:32 PM
I am not he. I am who I am, I'm not who I'm not, and I'm certainly not Apportitioner. Why did you ignore me that night I was in my mini-van, when I honked at you and you pretended not to know me?
To know me is to know, however briefly, the cosmos.
I am all, I am none. This is no riddle, but rather a declaration of my all, of my nothingness. Praise be to the guru, to Vishnu, to all, to no one.
If we all put our metaphorical apple pies in the oven at the appointed hour, there'd be no need for dinner.
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