Out of the dark we came,into the dark we go.
Like a storm-driven bird at night we fly out
of the nowhere;for a moment our wings are seen
in the light of fire,and lo,we are go again into
nowhere.Life is nothing.Life is all.It is the hand
with which we hold off death.It is the glow-worm
that shines in the night-time and is black in the
morning;it is the white breath of the oxen in the
winter;it is the little shadow that run across
the grass and loses itself at sunset.
adapted form king solomon's mines
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