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Bliss


I could not learn what I had to teach when I came to die, I dsicovered that I had not lived.

I did not wish to love what was not life unless it was quite neccessary.

I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to drive it into a corner and reduce it to its lowest terms of cruelty.

For most men, it appears strange, whether it is the devil or god, and I have somewhat concluded that it is the end of man, glorify life and enjoy it forever. 

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