on the art of cooking (within and over the cauldron) go north until you are south then go east

until you are west contract into the center until the circumference is the very least part of an infinite curve take rest in the lap of all true luXury count carefully and quiet your breath embrace the adamantine poverty which absents empty malice polish the mirror of nature with your looking take then what your soul has set you to Sea and husband it as shepherd even to every simple gesture grace your day in silences honor the impossible chance of human incarnation. give back in birth in tears in joys unspeakable the gift of your creation

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