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It’s like watching two flames; one the love of his faith, and the other the birth of his passion for writing. And while you watch the latter grow, the first is being extinguished. Everyone when growing up must shed the “religion”—whether it be a secular religion or art, community, etc—of their childhood and grow into their own “religion” and human. And this book (so far) displays the complexity of that

“and like a cloud of vapour or like waters circumfluent in space the liquid letters of speech, symbols of the element of mystery, flowed forth over his brain.”

“a priest of the eternal imagination, transmuting the daily bread of experience into the radiant body of everliving life.” ahhh :')

“He had told himself bitterly as he walked through the streets that she was a figure of the womanhood of her country, a batlike soul waking to the consciousness of itself in darkness and secrecy and loneliness”

“O! In the virgin womb of the imagination the word was made flesh.”