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You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take
things from me,
You shall listen to all sides, and filter them from
yourself.

8.I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk
of the beginning and the end,
But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.

9.There was never any more inception than there is
now,
Nor any more youth or age than there is now,
And will never be any more perfection than there is
now,
Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.

10.Urge, and urge, and urge,
Always the procreant urge of the world.

11.Out of the dimness opposite equals advance—always
substance and increase, always sex,
Always a knit of identity—always distinction—
always a breed of life.

12.To elaborate is no avail—learned and unlearned
feel that it is so.

13.Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights,
well entretied, braced in the beams,
Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical,
I and this mystery here we stand.

14.Clear and sweet is my Soul, and clear and sweet is
all that is not my Soul.