The Wind Is Blowing. Adore

The Animals Share With Us The Privilege Of Having A Soul Alas, What Wickedness To Swallow Flesh Into Our Own Flesh, To Fatten Our Greedy Bodies By Cramming In Other Bodies, To Have One Living Creature Fed By The Death Of Another! In The Midst Of Such Wealth As Earth, The Best Of Mothers, Provides, Yet Nothing Satisfies You, But To Behave Like The Cyclopes, Inflicting Sorry Wounds With Cruel Teeth! You Cannot Appease The Hungry Cravings Of Your Wicked, Gluttonous Stomachs Except By Destroying Some Other Life.

Bless Us, Divine Number, Who Generated Gods And Men. Number Contains The Root And Source Of Eternally Flowing Creation.

Number Is The Ruler Of Forms And Ideas, And The Cause Of Gods And Daemons.

Number Was The Substance Of All Things.

Educate The Children And It Won't Be Necessary To Punish The Men.