He pierces his tongue with cactus spines and lets his blood nourish the earth,
and he says that the universe is a constant struggle between life and death,
for one can not exist without the other,
a Flowery War that can never have a winner,
He gazes at the stars in wonder,
and there is comfort in knowing that the cycle of history is neverending,
and at the end of each age the sun is destroyed,
with no progress ever emerging,
He paints glyphs for many things- the jaguar, the eagle, the quetzal, the warrior,
All are equally divine and none are inferior,
for sacred energy flows through them all,
and everything in creation is alive
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