As he becomes self-conscious, he's no longer part of nature. — John Shelby Spong
As he becomes self-conscious, he's no longer part of nature. — John Shelby Spong
As he becomes self-conscious, he's no longer part of nature. — John Shelby Spong
As he becomes self-conscious, he's no longer part of nature. — John Shelby Spong
As he becomes self-conscious, he's no longer part of nature. — John Shelby Spong
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As he becomes self-conscious, he's no longer part of nature.

— John Shelby Spong
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