Our bodies are our gardens, to the which
our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant nettles,
or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up
thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs, or
distract it with many, either to have it sterile
with idleness, or manured with industry, why, the
power and corrigible authority of this lies in our
wills.
Othello, Act 1, Scene 3
In Loving Memory of Glenn Fox
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Tantrika
Trickster
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Healer