He is more myself than i am. whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
if all else perished and he remained, i should still continue to be, ad if all else remained, and we were annihilated,
the universe would turn to a mighty stranger... He's always, always in my mind; not as a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
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