"Heavy-laden is my soul with her own
ripe fruit:
Heavy-laden is my soul with her fruit.
Who now will come and eat and be fulfilled?
My soul is overflowing with her wine.
Who now will pour and drink and be
cooled of the desert heat?
"Would that I were a tree flowerless and
fruitless,
For the pain of abundance is more bitter

than barrenness,
And the sorrow of the rich from whom no
one will take
Is greater than the grief of the beggar
to whom none would give.
"Would that I were a well, dry and
parched, and men throwing stones
into me;
For this were better and easier to be
borne than to be a source of living
water
When men pass by and will not drink
"Would that I were a reed trodden under
foot,
For that were better than to be a lyre of
silvery strings
In a house whose lord has no fingers
and whose children are deaf."
KAHLIL GIBRAN: GARDEN OF THE PROPHET
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What does this have to do with conspiracy? Maybe there is a conspriracy against the heart?
Just thought you might enjoy it!