Geometric Allegory

The Week-End Library Issue of 1930 Legend Follow your NOSE to Pleasure Island or Be your own Beagle in THE WEEK-END PRESERVE  Note: If you lose the scent or catch a cold, follow the numbers instead  1. Montclaire: If life at times seems too binding let Somerset Maugham show you the value OF HUMAN BONDAGE  2. Roslyn: Chris Morley stays here WHERE THE BLUE BEGINS  3. Atlantic Ocean: YOUTH goes to sea with Joseph Conrad  4. Country Life Press: Here H.G. Wells warms up his TIME MACHINE to navigate you through the centuries  5. Helen Keller at home. She will tell you about Mark Twain & herself  6. Uncle Daniel Drew’s own story of HOW TO WORK UP A PANIC! He and Jay Gould & Jubilee Jim Fiske played bears in bulls’ clothing  7. Sleepyhollow: Edna Ferber & OLD MAN MINICK like East 56th Street  8. For a bizarre ½ hour Stephen Benet takes you to Carnegie Hall to see a symphony leader who conducts with his tail & becomes THE KING OF THE CATS  9. Francis Noyes Hart comes from

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I sit in the garden and watch The bees buzz from flower to flower. I know them as angels,  As little specks of yellow fuzz-and-stingers  Carrying the magic pixie-dust  Needed to keep the world alive.  The bees are, in my mind, great alchemists  Mixing different pollens To create new fruits.  I too am on an errand for my Father, And a collection of cosmic space dust Clings to my knees. I bring Him pollen so that he might have  What he needs.  It is not uncommon for some of those fuzzy angels  To stumble and falter at my feet.  I watch the dying bees  Labor and breathe And flicker and fade.  Always I wonder what was my role in this?  Should I sit back and watch the scene unfold,  All while doing nothing? ' Do the bees have a right to their own death?  Did they own the suffering, the lameness, the asphyxiation?   Or, since falling prostrate at my feet,  Do they want the ultimate mercy?  Perhaps there is no answer,  But I step on bees.   The design shapes us into what we will become, 

I've invited everyone  Who needs to be here To be Here.   I've invited  you . If you got the invitation, You knew. When  Your thoughts  And memories  Each untangle, Every moment will then contain An unfolding certainty Where Lifetimes  Within lifetimes Play out Like dreams  Within dreams. Your thoughts beget thoughts. You knew this And always did. For a time You exist Lost in that Hall of Mirrors As an echoed Reflection Of the "Finite forever." There, Many are lost On the wheel Stretched out in Moments Of despair. Others find their way. Do not buckle under the weight, brother.  You will wander through passages of the unknown Carrying the code,  And if you make it,  Which you most certainly will,  You will be  Sworn to secrecy. Hush. For now, a riddle: When The encompassed encompasses  And the encoded encodes,  The encoders will be encoded.  The divined will divine divination  As the dividing divides dividers;  The artificial artifices act as  An artifact of ance