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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: supernatural being, who was trying to clasp him. He was filled with
horror, trembled violently, yet could not move a limb. Sweat tumbled
off his face in great drops. The waking nightmare lasted a long
time, but during that space it kept coming and going. At one moment
the vision seemed on the point of departing; the next it almost took
shape - which he knew would be his death. Suddenly it vanished
altogether - he was free. A fresh spring breeze fanned his face; he
heard the slow, solitary singing of a sweet bird; and it seemed to
him as if a poem had shot together in his soul. Such flashing,
heartbreaking joy he had never experienced before in all his life!
Almost immediately that too vanished.
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