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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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