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Anna Karenina


                                  asked himself, bending aside the leaf of goat-weed out of
                                  the beetle’s way and twisting another blade of grass above
                                  for the beetle to cross over onto it. ‘What is it makes me
                                  glad? What have I discovered?

                                     ‘I have discovered nothing. I have only found out what
                                  I knew. I understand the force that in the past gave me
                                  life, and now too gives me life. I have been set free from
                                  falsity, I have found the Master.
                                     ‘Of old I used to say that in my body, that in the body
                                  of this grass and of this beetle (there, she didn’t care for the
                                  grass, she’s opened her wings and flown away), there was
                                  going on a transformation of  matter in accordance with
                                  physical, chemical, and physiological laws. And in all of us,
                                  as well as in the aspens and the clouds and the misty
                                  patches, there was a process of evolution. Evolution from
                                  what? into what?—Eternal evolution and struggle.... As
                                  though there could be any sort of tendency and struggle in
                                  the eternal! And I was astonished that in spite of the
                                  utmost effort of thought along that road I could not
                                  discover the meaning of life, the meaning of my impulses
                                  and yearnings. Now I say that I know the meaning of my
                                  life: ‘To live for God, for my soul.’ And this meaning, in
                                  spite of its clearness, is mysterious and marvelous. Such,
                                  indeed, is the meaning of everything existing. Yes, pride,’



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