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Guru:
"Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower, But if I could understand, What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is."
Hippie Girl:
Beautiful. Is that Ginsberg?
Guru:
No, Tennyson. "But if I could understand, What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is." So, to know God, to know man, you first have to know what a flower is. A flower. But how can you know what a flower is, unless you know who you are? Who are you? Do you know who you are?
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:00