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And it opened up to me - I still don't know where I'm going,
But my word is older than all the pictograms of Peru.
The flames roar for me to hear a drum in the fire.
Ashes, ash and coal fly in my footsteps,
Though my flesh, as it was, remained - salt and sand.
The absolute will never enter any human temple.
And, perhaps, that reason for inescapable happiness.
Franz Wertfollen, from the collection "About Grasshoppers"