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Dirt is matter in the wrong place. Thought is mind in the wrong place. Matter is mind; so thought is dirt. Thus argued he, the Wise One, not mindful that all place is wrong. For not until the PLACE is perfected by a T saith he PLACET. The Rose uncrucified droppeth its petals; without the Rose the Cross is a dry stick. Worship then the Rosy Cross, and the Mystery of Two-in-One. And worship Him that swore by His holy T that One should not be One except in so far as it is Two. I am glad that LAYLAH is afar; no doubt clouds love.
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