what does humanity know about itself? 

 

does not nature keep most from humanity?

 

the body, confined to a proud, deceptive consciousness,

 

far from the coils of the intestines and the quick current of the blood stream

 

mother nature threw away the key

 

now humanity rests upon the merciless, the greedy, the insatiable, the murderous

 

in the indifference of their ignorance

 

hanging in dreams, as it were, upon the back of a tiger

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in view of this, when in all the world comes the urge for truth?