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We cannot know what word we are to give, nor what great deed this earth expects to witness. We know it waits. It seems to say it has great gifts to lay before us, but it wishes a greater gift for us. We are to speak. WE CANNOT KNOW WHAT WORD WE ARE TO GIVE NOR WHAT GREAT DEED THIS EARTH EXPECTS TO WITNESS WE KNOW IT WAITS IT SEEMS TO SAY IT HAS GREAT GIFTS TO LAY BEFORE US WE ARE TO SPEAK
 the trees under our windows. We killed a mountain goat, and we brought its flesh to be cooked in a strange copper pot we found in a place of wonders, which must have been the cooking room of the house. We did this work alone, for no words of ours could take the Golden One away from the big glass which is not glass. They stood before it and they looked and looked upon their own body. When the sun sank beyond the mountains, the Golden One fell asleep on the floor, amidst jewels, and bottles of crystal, and flowers of silk. We lifted the Golden One in our arms and we carried them to a bed, their head falling softly upon our shoulder. Then we lit a candle, and we brought paper from the room of the manuscripts, and we sat by the window, for we knew that we could not sleep tonight. And now we look upon the earth and sky. This spread of naked rock and peaks and moonlight is like a world ready to be born, a world that waits. It seems to us it asks a sign from us, a spark, a first commandment.  WATER FROM THE STREAM WHICH RUNS AMONG THE TREES UNDER OUR WINDOWS WE KILLED A MOUNTAIN GOAT AND WE BROUGHT ITS FLESH TO BE COOKED IN A STRANGE COPPER POT WE FOUND IN A PLACE OF WONDERS WHICH MUST HAVE BEEN THE COOKING ROOM OF THE HOUSE WE DID THIS WORK ALONE FOR NO WORDS OF OURS COULD TAKE THE GOLDEN ONE AWAY FROM THE BIG GLASS WHICH IS NOT GLASS THEY STOOD BEFORE IT AND THEY LOOKED AND LOOKED UPON THEIR OWN BODY WHEN THE SUN SANK BEYOND THE MOUNTAINS THE GOLDEN ONE FELL ASLEEP ON THE FLOOR AMIDST JEWELS AND BOTTLES OF CRYSTAL AND FLOWERS OF SILK WE LIFTED THE GOLDEN ONE IN OUR ARMS AND WE CARRIED THEM TO A BED THEIR HEAD FALLING SOFTLY UPON OUR SHOULDER THEN WE LIT A CANDLE AND WE BROUGHT PAPER FROM THE ROOM OF THE MANUSCRIPTS AND WE SAT BY THE WINDOW FOR WE KNEW THAT WE COULD NOT SLEEP TO NIGHT AND NOW WE LOOK UPON THE EARTH AND THE SKY THIS SPREAD OF NAKED ROCK AND PEAKS IN MOONLIGHT IS LIKE A WORLD READY TO BE BORN IT SEEMS TO US IT ASKS A SIGN FROM US A SPARK A FIRST COMMANDMENT
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