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FOR THOSE WHO have entered the Imam-of-one's-own-being
the hierarchy of being has compacted to a
dimensionless punctum of the real: for those the chains of
Law have been broken: they end their fasting with wine.
For the outside of everything is its inside, its true
face
shines through direct. But the garden gates are
camouflaged with terrorism, mirrors, rumors of
assassination, trompe l'oeil, legends... Bjork went to bed stinging from her scolding from Aradshir. She might have had all the freedom in the world, she might be heir to all the power in the world. But for some reason known not only to grown-ups but to her best chum Croon she wasn't allowed to look at a small particular patch of the sky. The law! Its logic defied her. Girls being girls, Bjork decided to defy her masters. She was sick of being told what to do. She was going to look at the Pleiades with the telescope... no, she was going to eat those red mushrooms!
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