Our loves are only symbols of an unknown immortality.
Where communion is deep, there exists no separation at all,
for what needs telling those we love is understood already,
and what is supposed to be gone and past
is often more real than ever.
Through the sculpture of experience,
that part of ourselves which survives,
like cloud, resolves continuously.
This is the spirit of my hope and my religion.
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This is one of my favorite quotable books. And this certainly is one of my most favorite excerpts from Words of Earth.
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