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We
go
on
and
we
bless
the
earth
under
our
feet
.
But
questions
come
to
us
again
,
as
we
walk
in
silence
.
If
that
which
we
have
found
is
the
corruption
of
solitude
,
then
what
can
men
wish
for
save
corruption
?
If
this
is
the
great
evil
of
being
alone
,
then
what
is
good
and
what
is
evil
?
Everything
which
comes
from
the
many
is
good
.
Everything
which
comes
from
one
is
evil
.
This
have
we
been
taught
with
our
first
breath
.
We
have
broken
the
law
,
but
we
have
never
doubted
it
.
Yet
now
,
as
we
walk
through
the
forest
,
we
are
learning
to
doubt
.
There
is
no
life
for
men
,
save
in
useful
toil
for
the
good
of
all
their
brothers
.
But
we
lived
not
,
when
we
toiled
for
our
brothers
,
we
were
only
weary
.
There
is
no
joy
for
men
,
save
the
joy
shared
with
all
their
brothers
.
But
the
only
things
which
taught
us
joy
were
the
power
we
created
in
our
wires
,
and
the
Golden
One
.
And
both
these
joys
belong
to
us
alone
,
they
come
from
us
alone
,
they
bear
no
relation
to
all
our
brothers
,
and
they
do
not
concern
our
brothers
in
any
way
.
Thus
do
we
wonder
.
There
is
some
error
,
one
frightful
error
,
in
the
thinking
of
men
.
What
is
that
error
?
We
do
not
know
,
but
the
knowledge
struggles
within
us
,
struggles
to
be
born
.
Today
,
the
Golden
One
stopped
suddenly
and
said
:
“
We
love
you
.
”
But
they
frowned
and
shook
their
head
and
looked
at
us
helplessly
.
“
No
,
”
they
whispered
,
“
that
is
not
what
we
wished
to
say
”
They
were
silent
,
then
they
spoke
slowly
,
and
their
words
were
halting
,
like
the
words
of
a
child
learning
to
speak
for
the
first
time
:
“
We
are
one
.
.
.
alone
.
.
.
and
only
.
.
.
and
we
love
you
who
are
one
.
.
.
alone
.
.
.
and
only
.
”
