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Assurances

I need no assurances, I am a man who is preoccupied of his own soul;

I do not doubt that from under the feet and beside the hands and

face I am cognizant of, are now looking faces I am not cognizant

of, calm and actual faces,

I do not doubt but the majesty and beauty of the world are latent in

any iota of the world,

I do not doubt I am limitless, and that the universes are limitless,

in vain I try to think how limitless,

I do not doubt that the orbs and the systems of orbs play their

swift sports through the air on purpose, and that I shall one day

be eligible to do as much as they, and more than they,

I do not doubt that temporary affairs keep on and on millions of years,

I do not doubt interiors have their interiors, and exteriors have

their exteriors, and that the eyesight has another eyesight, and

the hearing another hearing, and the voice another voice,

I do not doubt that the passionately-wept deaths of young men are

provided for, and that the deaths of young women and the

deaths of little children are provided for,

(Did you think Life was so well provided for, and Death, the purport

of all Life, is not well provided for?)

I do not doubt that wrecks at sea, no matter what the horrors of

them, no matter whose wife, child, husband, father, lover, has

gone down, are provided for, to the minutest points,

I do not doubt that whatever can possibly happen anywhere at any

time, is provided for in the inherences of things,

I do not think Life provides for all and for Time and Space, but I

believe Heavenly Death provides for all.