at bottom where shadow shade a brook springs from all unbade his underside all will and wealth desire she gush the Taker, the Self no other consider in womb, all one no sin nor sinner bid “return, become”
Isn’t it only the indulgent man who can disdain himself enough to muster the hatred to look for the ugliness inside him—some men even with a grin and gallows humor?
The Prodigal