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The condition of the unconditioned none can know.
By thought and word unfathomable, beyond sensation's ken how shall the conscious comprehend?
The lion, drunk with the sense of his great strength, yet dies of hunger.
The bird, that sits upon the tree and knows no toil, has food enough.
Sometimes a straw is drowned in water, sometimes the stone slab swims.
He makes of the wilderness an ocean, and on every side the waters flow.
He makes the king a beggar: the beggar to be king, setting a canopy upon his head.
In one moment Sur the sinner wins to safety, if he but claim the Lord's protection.
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