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What Was The Freedom To Which The Adult Human Being Rose In The Morning, If Each Act Was Held Back Or Inspired By The Overpowering Ghost Of A Little Child?

Major Writing Is To Say That Which Has Been Seen, So That It Need Never Be Said Again; So That Which Has Been Seen Increases, Changes In Reality, In Being.

O Your Life, Your Lonely Lifewhat Have You Ever Done With It,and Done With The Great Gift Of Consciousness?what Will You Ever Do Before Death's Knifeprovides The Answer Ultimate And Appropriate?as I For My Part Felt In My Heart As One Who Falls,falls In A Parachute, Falls Endlessly, And Feels The Vastdraft Of The Abyss Sucking Him Down And Down,an Endlessly Helplessly Falling And Appalled Clown:this Is The Way The Night Passes By, Thisis The Overnight Endless Trip To The Famous Unfathomable Abyss.

What Does Long Life Avail? The Best Seats At The Funerals Of Friends.

Time Is The School In Which We Learn, Time Is The Fire In Which We Burn.