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Once I saw the face of a woman, and I beheld all her children not yet born.
And a woman looked upon my face and she knew all my forefathers, dead before she was born.
Now would I fulfill myself. But how shall I unless I become a planet with intelligent lives dwelling upon it?
Is not this every man’s goal?
A pearl is a temple built by pain around a grain of sand.
What longing built our bodies and around what grains?
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