...What if pain be not a foe?
for man enters the world
through pain,
for man rises godlike
from inquisitions
and the blaze of crematories,
and godlike creates
a new world -
from the clay of daily life,
from the voice of the corncrake,
from the colors of the ash bole,
from small words,
articulated for thousands of years...
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