Demand and supply

There is no waste in Mind's infinitude.(From the beginning was the only Word.)Each idea has its purpose, none is viewedDisposable, unnecessary, blurred.This dream of lack and superfluity—Too much of that, too little, though, of this—This fluctuating ambiguity,The undermining of our balanced bliss,Must be exposed. In God's world we will findThe income and the outgo balance out:The calm completeness of the perfect MindLeaving no single decimal of doubt.Demand implies supply. Thus every needIs met—with no allowance made for greed.

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