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To those upon the earth
among whom I have ravaged
scrambling for pieces, slaving for a scrap:

Take all that I own. All to which wears my name, I release it. Wear it. Consume it. Do as you will to all that I have attained here.
And as for the things which I have brought with me from within my central Identity; from the deepest depth of self which even I scarcely perceive: you cannot(with or without intent) dismember or pollute these things, though I hereby offer them to you– to try. While you may set them low or in a high place, themselves remain as they were before even I had known them. They are not yours, and not even mine; for this moment I write I perceive to be unlike the author of which I speak.

It’s possible I may use these things when you are done; should you ever achieve a state of “done.” -however unlike that may be.