Sunday, December 20, 2009
Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder.
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- You shall die
- And when it fights,
- Should God create another Eve,
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- Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket,
- He learned no lesson. He acknowledged no mistake.
- The extinction of the self.
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