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Often when I dream, thoughts pass through my mind like cowled shadows, silent
and remote, and disappear. Perhaps they are the ghosts of thoughts that once
inhabited the mind of an ancestor.

At other times the things I have learned and the things I have been taught, drop
away, as the lizard sheds its skin, and I see my soul as God sees it. There are also
rare and beautiful moments when I see and hear in Dreamland. What if in my

waking hours a sound should ring through the silent halls of hearing? What if a
ray of light should flash through the darkened chambers of my soul? What
would happen, I ask many and many a time. Would the bow-and-string tension
of life snap? Would the heart, overweighted with sudden joy, stop beating for
very excess of happiness?

THE END

End of the Project Gutenberg etext of The Story of My Life by Helen Keller.