Two souls contend
In me and both souls strive for masterdom,
Which from the other shall the scepter rend.
The first soul is a lover, clasping close
To this world tentacles of corporal flame,
The other seeks to rise with mighty throes
To those ancestral meadows whence it came.
—Johann Wolfgang Goethe, born: August 28
(Faust, Act I)
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stretch out the arms, pass through the skies, soar beyond the universe, perceive: life, the void.
