Behold now the hope or desire of going back to one's own country or returning to primal chaos, like that of the moth to the light, of the man who with perpetual longing alway looks forward with joy to each new spring and each new summer....deeming that the things he longs for are too slow in coming; and who does not percieve that he is longing for his own destruction. But this longing is in its quintessence the spirit of the elements, which, finding itself imprisoned within the life of the human body, desires continually to return to its source. And I have you know that this longing is in its quintessence inherent in nature.....
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