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And Then When All Around Grows Dark, When We Feel Utterly Alone, When All Men Right And Left Pass Us By And Know Us Not, A Forgotten Feeling Rises In The Breast.

Not Far From Our House, And Opposite The Old Church With The Golden Cross, Stood A Large Building, Even Larger Than The Church, And Having Many Towers.

The Man Who Is Free From Credulity, But Knows The Uncreated, Who Has Cut All Ties, Removed All Temptations, Renounced All Desires, He Is The Greatest Of Men.

I Know Well There Is No Comfort For This Pain Of Parting. The Wound Always Remains, But One Learns To Bear The Pain, And Learns To Thank God For What He Gave. For The Beautiful Memories Of The Past, And The Yet More Beautiful Hope For The Future.

Even In Heavenly Pleasures He Finds No Satisfaction, The Disciple Who Is Fully Awakened Delights Only In The Destruction Of All Desires.