All feeling suffereth in me, and is in prison: but my willing ever cometh to me as mine emancipator and comforter. Willing emancipateth: that is the true doctrine of will and emancipation - so teacheth you Zarathustra. No longer willing, and no longer valuing, and no longer creating! Ah, that that great debility may ever be far from me! | ||
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After quitting time the worm looks for something to offset work. |
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Everything is in disarray and must be brought back into order.
Worm: |