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life and with all kinds of pictures and feelings and I felt like 'something was running through me fast and getting warm 'and glowing as it ran and I wondered what it was and then I thought this is life running through me warm and glowing the whole thing of living from birth to death and I looked at my hands and I looked at my feet and I felt myself all over my hair and my eyes and my ears and my face and my breasts and my arms and the back of my neck and my stomach and my legs and I was filled with a queer feeling that my body was wonderful and that it was wonderful that out of my body had come so much life. Misery and destruction had come and happiness and building had come. And I began to sing. I didn't know what it was I was singing there on the attic floor and I guess maybe it didn't sound like anything but I wanted it to sound like music that was joyful and that was praising music. Praise to life and to all the beautiful things that were a part of life and I thought that even the suffering of life was beautiful because when you are suffering you are feeling and if you are not feeling you are nothing. And I thought how there were so many things in life. There was betrayal and disease and murder and there was devotion and love and pity.
And I didn't want to die.
No I couldn't understand and I thought how nobody understand and that is why it is so wonderful. And I thought how life was like a present to us to live out and how everything belonged in life to its place. No I didn't want to die because living was so wonderful. I had borne four children out of my body first a destroyer to kill and then a builder to make beauty greater even than his own soul and a mother to bring more and more life and a seeker after truth blind and groping.
Now I had no more children. The destroyed had been destroyed the builder belonged to his stone the mother be

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longed to her children the seeker after truth had been betrayed. Struggle. All struggle. All suffering and struggle.
And I had had my struggle and I had had my suffering and I was rich with struggle and rich with suffering for I was rich with life.

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