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Then
we
went
out
to
gather
wood
for
the
great
hearth
of
our
home
.
We
brought
water
from
the
stream
which
runs
among
the
trees
under
our
windows
.
We
killed
a
mountain
goat
,
and
we
brought
its
flesh
to
be
cooked
in
a
strange
copper
pot
we
found
in
a
place
of
wonders
,
which
must
have
been
the
cooking
room
of
the
house
.
We
did
this
work
alone
,
for
no
words
of
ours
could
take
the
Golden
One
away
from
the
big
glass
which
is
not
glass
.
They
stood
before
it
and
they
looked
and
looked
upon
their
own
body
.
When
the
sun
sank
beyond
the
mountains
,
the
Golden
One
fell
asleep
on
the
floor
,
amidst
jewels
,
and
bottles
of
crystal
,
and
flowers
of
silk
.
We
lifted
the
Golden
One
in
our
arms
and
we
carried
them
to
a
bed
,
their
head
falling
softly
upon
our
shoulder
.
Then
we
lit
a
candle
,
and
we
brought
paper
from
the
room
of
the
manuscripts
,
and
we
sat
by
the
window
,
for
we
knew
that
we
could
not
sleep
tonight
.
And
now
we
look
upon
the
earth
and
sky
.
This
spread
of
naked
rock
and
peaks
and
moonlight
is
like
a
world
ready
to
be
born
,
a
world
that
waits
.
It
seems
to
us
it
asks
a
sign
from
us
,
a
spark
,
a
first
commandment
.
We
cannot
know
what
word
we
are
to
give
,
nor
what
great
deed
this
earth
expects
to
witness
.
We
know
it
waits
.
It
seems
to
say
it
has
great
gifts
to
lay
before
us
,
but
it
wishes
a
greater
gift
for
us
.
We
are
to
speak
.
We
are
to
give
its
goal
,
its
highest
meaning
to
all
this
glowing
space
of
rock
and
sky
.
We
look
ahead
,
we
beg
our
heart
for
guidance
in
answering
this
call
no
voice
has
spoken
,
yet
we
have
heard
.
We
look
upon
our
hands
We
see
the
dust
of
centuries
,
the
dust
which
hid
the
great
secrets
and
perhaps
great
evils
.
And
yet
it
stirs
no
fear
within
our
heart
,
but
only
silent
reverence
and
pity
.
May
knowledge
come
to
us
!
What
is
the
secret
our
heart
has
understood
and
yet
will
not
reveal
to
us
,
although
it
seems
to
beat
as
if
it
were
endeavoring
to
tell
it
?
I
am
.
I
think
.
I
will
.
My
hands
.
.
.
My
spirit
.
.
.
My
sky
.
.
.
My
forest
.
.
.
This
earth
of
mine
.
.
.
.
What
must
I
say
besides
?
These
are
the
words
.
This
is
the
answer
.
I
stand
here
on
the
summit
of
the
mountain
.
I
lift
my
head
and
I
spread
my
arms
.
This
,
my
body
and
spirit
,
this
is
the
end
of
the
quest
.
I
wished
to
know
the
meaning
of
things
.
I
am
the
meaning
.
I
wished
to
find
a
warrant
for
being
.
I
need
no
warrant
for
being
,
and
no
word
of
sanction
upon
my
being
.
I
am
the
warrant
and
the
sanction
.
