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Well, a playing field is flat. It doesn't encapsulate everything that the Goddess is. The Goddess would be the field, but She would also be God and the Devil, or at least look at Her as their Mother. Even more, She's not only the encapsulation, but the space between and the space around and around and around...then we get the Spiral. Never beginning. Never ending.
If I'm making no sense, I'll try to clarify. However, think of what I'm trying to describe on my terms. Pretty hard, hun?
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By the time you're twenty-five they will say you've gone and blown it. By the time you're thirty-five I must confide you will have blown them all
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