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kneading pain; his innocence, his transparence is stained by indelible ink. We feel the Bard’s sorrow; his desperate attempt to gather the fragments of the said and the unsaid, the concealed and the unconcealed. And we struggle with experience’s sadness, its grief, its two-foldness 3⁄4 thisness or thatness 3⁄4 and we empathize deeply with the Bard’s desire, with his melancholy to unify them, these contraries of existence, to piece them together, so as to comprehend the incomprehensible: suffering and ambiguity, fall and loss. We yearn as he yearns to regain our and his immanent Paradise Lost, and in his agony, we agonize. And in this agony, this contest between heaven and hell, he takes us away from this absence, this desolation, as we return to him, to his Word, his Song, for it returns us to the subliminal state of an innocence enchanting 3⁄4 Beauty, Eternal 3⁄4
oneness
Thus, the Holy Word, the Whole Word that might bring hope to our fallen world, to our fallen tears continues to elude us. She remains secluded beneath the fleece of nature, in its high amplitudes, in the dance and ardor of the fluid flash of innocence amidst the ancient trees. However much our souls lapse with yearning, and weep and mourn and weep and mourn, we embrace our
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