While pondering over the lack of animals, I suggested it may be a garden of Eden. That we need only wait for the beasts and the birds to be brought to us next.
To which he asked, which might I prefer to first have?
Now you must understand, you must, that the question is impossible. Even in jest. How might I dare decide on whom to first love? To gaze into the eyes of a lion until I knew his name, why! How could I wait any longer for the chance? But then, to look upon the sheen of a raven's wings as they spread. The wings would spread so, they would fan out very wide, and I could kiss each individual feather in farewell just before the beauty took flight.
I could not love one more than the other, and so I could not pick one before the other. So you see, Mr. Crowley, it was an impossible choice! I was perplexed.
And even then, there was more to the question the more I thought on it. Why only lion or raven? What of salamander? Or scorpion? Should they not also be welcomed and loved? They were just as deserving of a mother's embrace.
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To which he asked, which might I prefer to first have?
Now you must understand, you must, that the question is impossible. Even in jest. How might I dare decide on whom to first love? To gaze into the eyes of a lion until I knew his name, why! How could I wait any longer for the chance? But then, to look upon the sheen of a raven's wings as they spread. The wings would spread so, they would fan out very wide, and I could kiss each individual feather in farewell just before the beauty took flight.
I could not love one more than the other, and so I could not pick one before the other. So you see, Mr. Crowley, it was an impossible choice! I was perplexed.
And even then, there was more to the question the more I thought on it. Why only lion or raven? What of salamander? Or scorpion? Should they not also be welcomed and loved? They were just as deserving of a mother's embrace.