Fate betides thee in the crisp edge, as you and your friends have called it – where you have so often found and been found by each other – where it’s easy to meet and split – the place that is not nowhere, but near it. I know where that is, and where you go. I am the other one. I am the tide of the storm-brought flood, and your footing will have no purchase. Time betides thee, and the hurry of the moment.
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I have reasons to believe thee, who tell me what I am not yet sure we need to know. For thou art the experts, and I believe thee with my own expert understanding. Together, we forge what I shall believe of thee. I believe you are the only ones in this darkness. I believe I can light with thee the sparkling ways. I believe you glean the greater of our questions. I believe thee thine conclusions. As we grow finer in knowledge, so shall I continue to believe thee.
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Beloved, thou survivors of shared trial. Beloved for thy personhood, for thy minds behind eyes which grasp what has been seen. Beloved for thy strength of heart. Beloved thou, in new awareness discovered, beloved for thy part. I honor you, I embrace you, I welcome you, beloved thou to me.
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Beware thee not, all lies within expectation. ‘Ware the gazes, their points of origin, their aim, crosses, landings. They have their wrong directions. Beware thee inasmuch as a shadow. ‘Ware also the shadows, how cast, how fallen, how long. Shadows under different suns. ‘Ware the meeting of each shadow, yet only as such. I am ‘ware for thine, beware thee not.