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China III

04/28/2026 14:58h
It is too much a part of things, even though the source is not within. In small American cities with and without universities, it keeps a constant presence in the Confucian sense, the inner arriving to match the outer, spirit not separate from matter (the latter illusion left by the missions the people have made such fine use of). There are times when you have to pretend to embrace an idea or befriend your adversaries. If constantly misinterpreted, use the mystery as currency. You have to start somewhere. Be wise: depart from where they’ve already put you. A country itself can’t betray you.