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Augustine |
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"Too
late did I love you, O beauty of ancient days, yet ever new! Too
late did I love you. And behold, you were within me and I was away
from home, and there I searched for you, deformed, plunging, absorbed in
those beautiful forms which you had made. You were within me, but I
was not with you. Things held me far from you, things which could
not have existed at all except though you. You called, you shouted,
and burst in on my deafness. You flared into light and gleamed
brightly at me and dispersed my blindness. You breathed forth
fragrances and I drew in my breath, and still I pant for you. I
tasted much, and still I hunger and thirst. You touched me, and I
burned with desire for your peace."
--- Confessions 10.27 |
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