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06. Jun 2007



     IF the red slayer think he slays,	
       Or if the slain think he is slain,	
     They know not well the subtle ways	
       I keep, and pass, and turn again.	
     Far or forgot to me is near;	        
       Shadow and sunlight are the same;	
     The vanished gods to me appear;	
       And one to me are shame and fame.	
     They reckon ill who leave me out;	
       When me they fly, I am the wings;	        
     I am the doubter and the doubt,	
       And I the hymn the Brahmin sings	
     The strong gods pine for my abode,	
       And pine in vain the sacred Seven;	
     But thou, meek lover of the good!	        
       Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.	

     Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)