Me- Why is it that man does hate me? For I give
him reason not to fear me.
Thee- That you be, is his reason for
his hate, and his love.
Me- That I love man shall I
hate him too? For am I not with fear?
Thee- You are the Oversoul,
but nothing is perfect. You may hate him if you will.
Me- Are you not perfect, my unnamed
Thee- Nothing is perfect.
Me- That you love man shall you hate him
Thee- That I love man shall I hate him not, for I am without
fear and greed and jealousy.
Me- I am the Oversoul.
I too shall hate him not.
Thee- You are the Oversoul. The second
Me- Tell me of my morrow oh unnamed friend,
for I feel me cast in shadows of cold prisms and I wonder thee and
Thee- Lay thy wonder and thy worry set beside you for thy
new beginning is near and the rays of tomorrow bring thee changes, for the earth
pleads of much to be undone.