There is enchantment in the woods without a trail
There is rapture on the lonely beach
There is a nursery where no importunate
penetrates the water's edge of the deep sea
And there is harmony in the lapping waves
I do not like men but less than the nature
is undeniable ... the nomadic life has always impressed.
In our minds it is associated with escape from history and oppression,
by law and by tedious constraints, absolute freedom.
And that road has always led west.
And now, after two years of wandering, comes the latest adventure, the largest. The
final battle to kill the false self and inner triumphantly conclude the spiritual revolution.
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