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how does she does she write like that, like genuinely howwwww

"I hate all details of the individual life. But I am fixed here to listen. An immense pressure is on me. I cannot move without dislodging the weight of centuries. A million arrows pierce me. Scorn and ridicule pierce me. I, who could beat my breast against the storm and let the hail choke me joyfully, am pinned down here; am exposed. The tiger leaps.”

⚜️ego death, dissolution, or reunion?

“At this hour, this still early hour, I think I am the field, I am the barn, I am the trees;
…and the wild, swooping swallow; and the faint red in the sky, and the green when the red fades; the silence and the bell; the call of the man fetching cart-horses from the fields--all are mine.

I cannot be divided, or kept apart.”