"Decidí retirarme de mi propia crueldad autoimpuesta

y decidí empezar a quererme un poquito más"

From what black wells of Acherontic fear or feeling, from what unplumbed gulfs of extra-cosmic consciousness or obscure, long-latent heredity, were those half-articulate thunder-croakings drawn?

If you dig it, do it. If you dig it a lot, do it twice.

God the Father, the supreme Architect, had already built this cosmic home we behold, the most sacred temple of His godhead, by the laws of His mysterious wisdom.

Written By Giovanni Pico della Mirandola

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