love and loft, related sure as it has been said, "ye are gods!" fast is to beget feast, not famine sacrifice, surplus, not sterility and abstinence, fruit, not fear purity is filth in the making virgin, ripe and red for the taking life, from pole to pole death, a return to whole contrast, king to peasant for hunter come the pheasant yes, high and low relate and love betwixt consumed not sterile death, not fearful abstinence but life! from the weak pick the strong their berries juice and blood in our toothy grin and wickedness, our taking What is appropriate to man but appropriation? yes, love and malice relate so rinse wine-soaked beard and repeat again: "ye are gods" this is life!