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--- A L E X   J O S E P H

or if I meant to write, "ballast" cannot be disciplined within this narrow context. It feeds on itself from the knave of prayer and the cyst of canonization. We feed it, too. We feed on it, suckling like the mother tongue. He who craves is finished. He who gives has not the divine. He who is lost celebrates what is gone. He who is forgiven shall not deny --or be denied, and He who is longing, he is lost.

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