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Woe unto the heart of man, that his day is tied to a single star.
Woe, yes woe to man who has not stepped on the petals of the flower of life.
Woe to us who fly no longer, or never were to fly at all.
It would be better that we had no knowledge of the flower.
It would be better that he were a beast of burden, tied to senses and senseless,
than that ever he taste the nectar of the name of a god.
Be gone, go away, far away all gods and messengers of haughty lords.
Be gone and never return, for why does man toil in vain under tha leborious toll
of exaltion of the name and then exaustion evermore
ever striving to beget the word upon his tongue,
woe, yes woe to mortal man, for his mortility comes!
"If the America people ever allow private banks to control the issuance of their currencies, first by inflation and then by deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around them will deprive the people of all their prosperity until their children will wake up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered." ~Thomas Jefforson