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[This World has no moral or meaning: the kaleidoscope of Man's Mind] |
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[This World has no moral or meaning: the kaleidoscope of Man's Mind]
This World has no moral or meaning: the kaleidoscope of Man's Mind,
Turns it to seeming shapes,—a toy itself as we find;
For there's nothing, not even ourselves, that we cannot get behind.
Turns it to seeming shapes,—a toy itself as we find;
For there's nothing, not even ourselves, that we cannot get behind.
Man is a beast, a machine; God is a dream, a name.
Yet, keep your lofty ideals and trust to them, all the same:
Or shoot yourself if you like: what matter is praise or blame?
Yet, keep your lofty ideals and trust to them, all the same:
Or shoot yourself if you like: what matter is praise or blame?
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