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and me.  I dont know that the best thing for [[Nusfanell?]] might be to send her to a Convent and fix a delusion that she would carry to the end. The truth is that man is not
and me.  I dont know that the best thing for [[Margaret?]] might be to send her to a Convent and fix a delusion that she would carry to the end. The truth is that man is not
strong enough to look facts in the face. It is meant that we see it through a glass darkly.  Once open ones eyes on the horrors of sentient things & we are stricken dumb.
strong enough to look facts in the face. It is meant that we see it through a glass darkly.  Once open ones eyes on the horrors of sentient things & we are stricken dumb.
Honestly I dont believe that the best & wisest can have children at least not many and if so the children will have none any how the intelligent ones peter out and
Honestly I dont believe that the best & wisest can have children at least not many and if so the children will have none any how the intelligent ones peter out and

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and me. I dont know that the best thing for Margaret? might be to send her to a Convent and fix a delusion that she would carry to the end. The truth is that man is not strong enough to look facts in the face. It is meant that we see it through a glass darkly. Once open ones eyes on the horrors of sentient things & we are stricken dumb. Honestly I dont believe that the best & wisest can have children at least not many and if so the children will have none any how the intelligent ones peter out and leave the world to be kept alive, by those who have sex organs and no brains. The brain was the last thing concluded as evolved and must have been made to keep man from building. It is like the tower of Babel it would have reached the skies if only the fools were not stricken with a divinity of speech. Last night I talked about Fabre to a church bunch and in referring to instinct I said Immagine a bunch of bees automatically making a hive & loading it with honey and in the midst of this immagine them endowed with reason how could they build the hive. Any how I wish I was a lady before they had to vote.