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To: Volsi Mimir who wrote (1725)	4/11/1999 5:45:00 AM
From: AugustWest	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2095

Alone From childhood's hour I have not been As others were--I have not seen As others saw--I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone. Then--in my childhood--in the dawn Of a most stormy life--was drawn From ev'ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, of the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that 'round me roll'd In its autumn tint of gold-- From the lightning in the sky As it pass'd me flying by-- From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view. -E.A.Poe

To: Volsi Mimir who wrote (1725)	4/17/1999 12:23:00 PM
From: Volsi Mimir	Respond to of 2095

51 Stephen Crane A man went before a strange god,-- The god of many men, sadly wise. And the deity thundered loudly, Fat with rage, and puffing: "KNEEL, MORTAL, AND CRINGE AND GROVEL AND DO HOMAGE TO MY PARTICULARLY SUBLIME MAJESTY!" ............The man fled. Then the man went to another god.-- The god of his inner thoughts. And this one looked at him With soft eyes Lit with infinite comprehension, And said: "My poor child."