Which town?

One rejects or ostracizes with a mere look.

And, as if this shadow was in turn feeling threatened by the silhouette of another possibility of existing, it seized hold of all our most beautiful reasons in order to affirm its perennial rights. Presently, as the year 2017 has just ended, the collectivity strives to cease from judging and engendering more victims: it is a lateral and complicated effort, which appears to weigh heavily and tends to obstruct all initiative and original expression – preferring to forget already established positioning -, but that does express the felt necessity of a sustained collective goodwill so as to leave behind a type of deleterious relationships and together approach a condition nearer to veritable unity and more receptive to this Consciousness = this Consciousness one no longer wishes to name, but that one feels like great luminous wings watching. Indeed at the time, one dared not expose oneself to higher opprobrium by encroaching in any way on the decreed plan, which yet had already shifted once on its axis a few years earlier - when a large enough tract of land had been allocated to the construction of the Pavilion of India, it was realized that its position was not located in the International zone and the matter was brought to Her attention and She had simply said, “turn the plan”! Besides, the very project of tracing and building on the ground the large arbitrary curves of the galaxy seemed invalidated by the existence of local religious sites, common pathways and ravines channeling the rain waters to the village retention ponds serving as common water storages for generations. About half-way between the Matrimandir and the nearest village, in the North-West, lay a dense grove of indigenous trees surrounding a sort of shrine dedicated to a form of the Goddess Kali, a sensitive landmark of the *

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