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The pen steppeth not into this region,
the ink leaveth only a blot.
...he hath burnt away the veils with his sighing,
and unwrapped the shroudings
with a single glance; with piercing sight
he gazeth on the new creation;
with lucid heart he graspeth the subtle verities.
Do I recognize
the beauty in simplicity?
Do I complicate things unnecessarily?
Do I believe the Divine would desire for me
what I desire for myself?
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