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...as well." However, it is not only in our thoughts about death original: "parting" that this book reaches the depths of everything. We might not have known that we loved God; it may be that we hardly even believed in Him. Yet, looking back upon our lives, we discover—in our exploration of woodland paths, in our joy in the lonely places of the hills, and in that mysterious claim we have made, unsuccessfully, on the women we have loved—the very emotion that created this subtle original: "insidious" sweetness.
"Entering my heart uninvited like one of the common crowd, unknown to me, my king, you pressed the seal original: "signet" of eternity upon many a passing moment."
This is no longer the holiness of a monk's cell or of the whip original: "the scourge"; refers to the practice of self-flagellation for religious penance. Instead, it is a lifting up, as it were, into a greater intensity of the same mood a painter feels when painting dust and sunlight. For a similar voice, we must look to St. Francis St. Francis of Assisi (c. 1181–1226), a saint famous for his love of nature and "The Canticle of the Sun." and to William Blake An English Romantic poet and visionary artist (1757–1827) who saw the divine in all of creation., who have seemed so out of place in our violent history.
In the West, we write long books where perhaps not a single page is a pleasure to write; we are confident only in some general plan, just as we fight, make money, and fill our heads with politics—all of which are dull things to actually do. Meanwhile, Mr. Tagore Rabindranath Tagore (1861–1941), the Bengali poet who won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913., like Indian civilization itself, has been content to discover the soul and surrender himself to its natural flow original: "spontaneity". He often seems to contrast his life with the lives of those who have lived more according to our [Western] fashion...