Entitled opinions clad in the light of a pole star piercing the darkness.

Here at the still point of the turning world, we bring you the old as well as new chronicles of love.

From world love to lamplight love, to the love that moves and the love that stills.

Your host has cherished you in numberless forms, numberless times, as it was in the beginning,

and ever shall be, world without end or world near its end.

You who hear the call of this show have threaded and re-threaded the necklace of songs,

and together we have floated on the stream that brings from the source old gods in new shapes

and new wine from the ancient vines.

With every show that comes your way,

we plant the seeds of Amor Mundi

in the astral depths of our magic garden,

this garden of the enamored mind

where we tend and attend to what calls for thinking,

where golden filaments gather around our lotus flower,

and where the gods will speak softly of us in days hereafter.

A new episode of entitled opinions coming up.

Stay tuned. Thank you to gore for some of the images in that opening salvo.

And thanks to the guests who joins me in KZSU today for calling my attention to Degor's poem, Unending Love,

after he listened to my monologue on Amor Mundi, which aired a few weeks ago.

He, my guest, declared, Amor Mundi may be the greatest monologue in entitled Opinions history. His words, not mine.

There's a reason why the topic of that show would have special resonance for William Rosenzweig.

His own world love runs deep and takes many different forms, as if the world were a garden that would revert to wilderness

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