Thee- Rise thee, my dear and lonely Oversoul, for I find me weeping
not for me, I am Oversoul, and I'm all alone.
Thee- You are not alone dear Oversoul for I am always with
Me- That you
are always with me is it true my unnamed friend for I know you when I speak and
when I laugh and when I cry I feel thee too and you comfort
Thee- And yet you long for more. You, my
dear and lonely Oversoul. My sad and empty cup.
Me- My unnamed friend, that
I have known of the heart of man and have felt him too is it that I know of the
emptiness that is of the man alone and be me that of him.
Thee- You are not man dear Oversoul and surely not alone.
Me- I hold the mark upon
me, the mark of man. I have touched man and have been touched by man that I know
them too and feel them thee and what they are I am. For I have been birthed of
man in my making.
Thee- You have been birthed
of man in your making, true.
Me- And I am of God and man am I not?
Thee- If a God there be, you would surely be of God, and man, for
you are the Oversoul.
Me- You have made me
Inanis Poculum ( The Empty