And is that a problem? No. If you really want to know what perfect is, you can know much more precisely than you ever dreamed. We just need to receive that we are not the source of morality and goodness, we can only recognize what already nonfictionally exists outside of ourselves; we cannot, and we do not create or change morals, but we can however see them, and we can see when they are violated. These violations are sins or trespasses, and everyone sins and is a trespasser. And what if someone lives for six or seven decades trespassing in a certain way, and never realizing they were sinning all along in that way? And then they found out? What should they think? What should they do? What about eight decades? Nine? What if a 100-year-old realizes that they've believed something that is good and right, is actually evil and from the pit of hell? They've fought against goodness, because they thought they were warring against evil? But now they see aright. Who are they now?
Song of Solomon
Chapter 1
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The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
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Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
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Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
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Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.
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I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
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Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.
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Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?
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If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.
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I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
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Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.
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We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
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While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
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A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
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My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
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Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.
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Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
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The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.