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I don't regard my life as insufficient.
take a look outside your gate-- // tombstones scatter beneath the oaks and pines.
In that single gigantic instant I saw millions of acts both delightful and awful; not one of them occupied the same point in space, without overlapping or transparency. What my eyes beheld was simultaneous, but what I shall now write down will be successive, because language is successive. Nonetheless, I’ll try to recollect what I can.