I should tell you a tale of journeying through three domains to this last place of  departure, the three principalities which followed the hardening of my beard and the softening of my now withered eye. The first place of self-gratifying is shameful to me now yet cannot in truth be denied. I find its heart...
My Father /Kaggen teach me to hunt the water bull grow for me lion hair and my full song will fly everywhere. My father /Kaggen to you I give my death for you my pounding blood from you I suck my breath. And where, in what water shall I lie? round which fire shall I...
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