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“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 96 Only a few understand the language of intellect, Then most of them arrogantly boast and trod. But from the tallest mountain to tiniest grass, Everyone understands the language of love. I've practiced all faith 'n ideology for a brief period, And I accept all of them to be equally human. That is why everyone thinks of me as their very own, Everyone thinks, I am their own school’s person. I have no sect of my own, yet I am in every sect, I have no school of my own, yet I am in every school. One who loves, loves all no matter their label, And finds a reflection in all beings including the fool. There is no two, but only One that there ever is. All separation is the sign of a spirit selfish.”

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