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Upon This Unprofitable Throneabsolut emptinessno colour no form no substance it is form me that all this desilation proceeds so it has been ever so must it ever be from me pour down the fires of life continually uponm the earth from me flow down the river of water oil and me therefor am I lonely and horrible upon this unprofitable throne I am the who was befor the beginning and in my desolation I cried aloud saying let me behold the conutenace in the concave of the abyss it was black and empty and distored that was (once) invisible and pure so it has been ever so must i ever be from me comes forth the wind that beares the seed of all upon it's bosom from me comes forth the earth in her unspeakable variety all comes from me naught comes to me I am lonely and horrible upon his throne |