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Book Three: 19

04/28/2026 14:58h
Drawn in outer space on a ceiling of night, a hinged balance held true. That balance —its mechanisms worked into the unknown— emerged in the star systems which turn in union without history as we know it on this planet. I recognize it to the East said I to the West, not made, not given, over the world. Devoted observers, it seems to me a just structure. John 1:5 And my search for peace underground now come to an end —constraints accepted in spirit as well as in letter, the line spent, the theatres in abandon— I viewed the balances more clearly than ever before.