T H E E N D C O M M U N E

of course you would not admit, but beneath the collar and behind the closed church-gates, it all looks the same to me. Barlaam - that cloak hides nothing, and virtue glows with absence all around you, aura of spiritual hoax... have you ever gazed aloft your Calabrian shorelines where the ocean swallows its lands like the panther swallows the chunk from the side of the gazelle? Could you see the ocean and can you rest on it with your gaze, or is the absolute nothingness in front of it, and atop of it, too hard see through? Can you see this splashing on the surface, far out in the distance? Only outright retarded children would take a swim in shark-infested waters merely because they do not see a fin wobbling at the top of the surface... only blind children is comforted by the deceptive gaslighting of the pederast offender...