I am strange. My mind is tinted with the colors of madness.

They fight in silent furor in the effort to possess each other.

I am strange. I have approached a degree of love that is so unwise in one world that it is wisdom in another.

I'm strange. I no longer have respect for hate.

For I'm stronger than hate. I'm contemptuous of both those who hate and those who destroy.

I am not a part of the world which hates and the world

which destroys. I want a better world. Not only do I want a better world, I seek to live a better life,

that I might have the right to be a part of a better world. If I hate and destroy, I have no right to speak of love.

Love is greater than hate, and I have chosen love above all else in the world.

I am strange.

I know a secret truth. I have a secret rendezvous.

The wind touches against my wind of pain.

Come with me, it says. Come with me. I am a force. You are a force. We are brothers. Though I am invisible, I cover the life. When I'm raffle, no wall can hold me. Nothing can withstand my will. What is your thought? What is your desire? Come, my brother, you are dear to me.

I cannot come to you in full force,

for you are too weak to contain me.

I might lift you from the ground and frighten you.

In a careless moment, I might drop you in my jar

that you want me to come to you. I cannot approach you

in your weakness. I am too strong. Come to me. As cautious as you will, I will accept you. For the spirit

of man is more like myself than anything on life. Almost I think I am the pattern for the spirit of man. For if the spirit of

man is strong, no power on earth is greater and no all can contain it. It will cover the breath

into width of life, for like I, the wind, analph spirit is greatly to be feared.

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