REINCARNATION The weary pilgrim oft doth seek to know How far he’s come, how far he has to go. QUARLES. Ghosts! There are nigh a thousand million of them walking the earth openly at noontide; some half hundred have vanished from it, some half hundred have arisen in it, ere thy watch tick one. CARLYLE. Truth dwells in gulphs, whose deeps hide shades so rich That Night sits muffled there in clouds of pitch, More darke than Nature made her: and requires (To cleare her tough mists) heaven’s great fire of fires To wrestle with those heaven-strong mysteries. GEORGE CHAPMAN. I am: how little more I know! Whence came I? Whither do I go? A central self which feels and is; A cry between the silences; …
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