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I would be glad to die to get rid of this tormenting idea as I am right to be tormented by it; it colors all I perceive, drives everything else out. And I enjoy my pain--because it is justified I'm free, if bitter, in a sweet prison in a gentle flame burning through each season, not a spark is lost. Not Change, Time, Death, nor new places alter me: I can't be made to think differently, and thus have learned how to reach Paradise. for his light points to heaven's gates, opens them; I see truth of our origin: my journeys to another realm are right. |
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Notes: From B A2:40:76. Key |