INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
Chris Lord
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UNLEARN Go to the wind enter its classroom and read the lesson 'blow', explore how it keeps its clothes ever cool. Get into the premises of the college of the green and attend the lesson 'how to befriend with chirping birds.' and 'How to dance to the tune of gentle breeze.' Step into the University of Livid Water rustling down the brook. There's a library with books on 'an unending, smooth swirl down to the edge of the horizon.' The books have the chapters of pebbles on their beds. Have you attended a lecture of the moonlit night with a real presence of your mind? Go to nature's academy of enigma for your emancipation from the crook of the world. You have been stuffed with a load of blasphemy. Pour out all your learning. Learn to unlearn what they have heaped on you. They: the so called academia of lie.
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