A seeker of silences am I, and what treasure have 1 found in silences that I may dispense with confidence? If this is my day of harvest, in what fields have I sowed the seed, and in what unremembered seasons? If this indeed be the hour in which I lift up my lantern, it is not my -flame that shall burn therein.
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