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Rh You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take
 * things from me,

You shall listen to all sides, and filter them from
 * yourself.

I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk
 * of the beginning and the end,

But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.

There was never any more inception than there is
 * now,

Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is
 * now,

Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.

Urge, and urge, and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world.

Out of the dimness opposite equals advance—always
 * substance and increase, always sex,

Always a knit of identity—always distinction—
 * always a breed of life.

To elaborate is no avail—learned and unlearned
 * feel that it is so.

Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights,
 * well entretied, braced in the beams,

Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical, I and this mystery here we stand.

Clear and sweet is my Soul, and clear and sweet is
 * all that is not my Soul.

Rh