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The World
"How much time has passed? Was I always sitting in my room? How long before all this creation took over my soul, and reflected it in a journey through a work of art that let me meet my True Self . . . Before I was . . . Writing."
- The Author, Chapter XXI "The World"
I died for Beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the Tomb,
When One who died for Truth,
was lain In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
"For Beauty," I replied.
"And I for Truth, -the two are One;
We brethren are," he said.
And so, as Kinsmen met a Night,
We talked between the Rooms,
Until the Moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
-449, Emily Dickinson
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