Why love?
Why love?
Why?
It’s not eternal
Creating Suffering
After love
Suffering loves me
I don’t need its life in mine
Love, dear Love give me love
‘He can’t hear you.’ Satan said.
‘I don’t want suffering.’ I answered.
‘That’s right. Then?’ Replied Satan.
‘Something good.’ I said it to Satan.
‘There is a plan for you.’ Said Satan.
‘Is the path? Is the Path?’ I asked.
‘That is a good choice, but…’ He said.
‘But?’ I asked.
‘This is a higher and so long way…’ Satan Said.
‘What is that??’ I asked Satan.
‘Intellectualism.’ Said Master Satan.
‘Stay with me, there are no dead human feelings.’ Said Satan.
‘Only a high-tech mind’s life in all parts of the intellectual life.
Everything, everything, and in poetry, philosophy, and theology…
What you like.’
Said Satan
‘I want this plan.’ I answered.
‘Already in your mind.’ He answered.
Life
Lives
Angelic
Demonic
One
All
All
One
Together
There are
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