Where is the matter?
And where is the anti-matter?
Life is just as butter,
And milk is this world.
Hear properly, dear men,
See properly, dear men,
But I know, nothing is there
In the world that
Ought to see and hear.
Come on, on your motion, men,
And know your modes of nature.
Who you are that is not the matter,
The matter is what you are
Thinking about yourself.
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