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burying you in me as in a stone, because the outside dies, what still lives deep down in the core, then nothing will out of me but the rest without will, which remains and is to tap off to the last dullness.

What then can arise anew, that is something completely different, whose name nobody knows, and whose form from the unformed no one suspects and no one draws.

That's the way it is, and that's the way it will be: the idea is great and powerful, we cannot stand against it, but we are carried far to it. It is a flight that does not stop after us.