At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
Than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
William Shakespeare
Jan Cox, 20th Century American mystic, philosopher of the supramechanical and humorist of the ontological, is the subject of this blog written by an acquaintance of his as a means of publicizing the thoughts of this extraordinary presence.
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