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 I think it would be a great mistake to waste any time at all,

thinking of form, as form. It is one of the things artists, and most of all half artists, babble of when their minds are most vacant.

 Form is of canest? content. It is nothing else, can be nothing else. A tree has bark, fiber, sap, leaves, limbs, twigs.
 It can  perdes? and exist and not grow in the soil of your own being.  It is so with women too.

The great thing is to let yourself be the tree, the sky, the earth. Enter in to your inheritance. It is difficult and can only happen auely?, as between a man and a woman.