I am saying that there are many kinds of men and women and many millions
made of each kind of them. Each one of the many millions of them has it
in him to be different from all the millions of his kind of them. I am
saying that all the millions of one kind of men or one kind of women
have it in them to have the same kind of feeling inside them about the
little thing that was all them, the baby that once was all there was of
them then. One kind then of men and women have it in them when they know
this was once all of them a little baby then and knowing nothing, one
kind of men and one kind of women have it in them then to lose inside
them their everlasting feeling, the world is then a broken world inside
them, more broken for them then than death breaks it for them, ending is
less of a breaking to such kind of them than beginning, they have then
when they think it inside them that they were a baby then and knowing
nothing they have then inside a loss of the everlasting feeling, to such
a one such a beginning, being a baby and knowing nothing, breaks the
everlasting feeling breaks it as dying as ending never can break it for
them.
There are many ways for men and women to have it in them that they were
little babies once and knowing nothing, that they were little babies
once and full of life and kicking, that they were little babies once and
others kissed them and dandled them and fixed them, that they were
little babies once and they had loving all around and in them, that they
had earthy love inside them.
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