A saint said "Let the perfect city rise.

Here needs no long debate on subtleties,

Means, end,

Let us intend

That all be clothed and fed; while one remains

Hungry our quarreling but mocks his pains.

So all will labor to the good

In one phalanx of brotherhood."


A man cried out "I know the truth, I, I,

Perfect and whole. He who denies

My vision is a madman or a fool

Or seeks some base advantage in his lies.

All peoples are a tool that fits my hand

Cutting you each and all

Into my plan."


They were one man.

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