Master Kong


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At fifteen, Me read Master Kong to learn.

At thirty, Me read Him in anger, Fist shaking.

At forty, Me wrote critical analyses of Him.

At fifty, Me applied Him on the field of war.

At sixty, Me defied Him on the field of Love.

At seventy, Me worshiped Him as my equal and my opposite.

At eighty, Me followed My heart's desire and forgot about Him.

At 2480, Me cannot tell you what Me think of Him.  Here, in the World that follows death, He has become My Friend.  One should be discreet about One's Friends.

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