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not. But that the man
lives who can do such a thing
gives me a sacred joy.

Are these days any better
than those when one young
man in the Path of the Ring
drank from his helmet and
ate the morsel of bread before
he gave his body for his
faith?

The romance of a whole
universe is within that story.

I am a writer, but
a dislocated spine keeps me
in. But, as the years passed
by, I felt the soul within
me, soaring, mounting,