This laboring of ours with all that remains undone, as if still bound to it, is like the lumbering gait of the swan. And then our dying—releasing ourselves from the very ground on which we stood— is like the way he hesitantly lowers himself into the water. It gently receives him, and, gladly yielding, flows … Continue reading The Swan
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