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the dead man black with his ancie


nt sin, in the words of the old buried poem of the Maya of Yucatan; and I do not remember ever in my life hearing anything that revealed more clearly or resonantly to what depths the human will descends to raise its foreknowledge of night. And I seemed to see again in the Infinite and as if in a dream the raw matter from which God called forth Life. This scream of the Priest seemed meant to sustain the path of the

cane in the air. Screaming this wa/EMRTC All Rights Reserved.
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