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SOLILOQUY It drives
him at his work and play, In truth,
the mind of man imbues him with And hence
the genus homo meditates, His quest
is not for a computer Is that also
made of mortal cells And thus
throughout millenniums
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Thad's comment on the Soliloquy
Now and then he would, as you may recall, invent a word that he needed to express a special thought. His "religionate" is not, as far as I can tell, in any dictionary but he needed it for what he had in mind. By coincidence I am currently studying the language of Thomas Carlyle whose language usage is sometimes horrendously invented and personal. When a friend criticized him for making up words he said that he had to because there were no words in current usage that would express what he wanted.
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