Because we pruned our morals.
Love practises the change of mind
That ethics preach in quarrels...."
There cried the Dreamer: "Who are you that mock
Exiles in search of that from which they came,
Intent to know themselves and so the Lord
Whose ways are as the number of men's souls?
By these we compass our escape from Self,
The mirage in the waste through which we pass
Across the bridge Phantasmal to the Real;