In your hour of displeasure, look to Them who take it on themselves to endeavour still: the bees & birds & brats of this world, the misfits that meander through misfortune, that feast on the tender nothings of their unknowing, that sometimes curl up and die without appreciating that even they have suffered the whole of their time. look to Them and know They are as You are know They are egregious, too know They are useless, like You (know that You are useless) know that Love is not in Them know that They are Love, like You (know that You are Love) In my hour of displeasure, I look to Them and I see all the Gods we have longed to love and I see all the hope we waste on each other and I see all the romance we give to nothing and I see all the signs we ascribe the stars and I see all the quiet of the death we fear and I see all the grace of the heavens we cry out for Ah, but that we could know Them! But that we could be as They be: So ignorant and gorgeous. That is why You must look to Them and know They are as You are. I cannot put it any simpler. Now go—look! — for the animals, and for all of Nature (King of Kings).
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