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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