 resting my feet be a blessing. More courteous souls took me to their cottages, plied food and offered comfortable rest.

Despite those hearty restorations, my nourishment came from suckling nature's teat. There are certain freedoms in the human soul one can find when alone. My time spent in solitude amongst these comforts revealed the truth to me. I may have been a castaway, with no city to haunt and no room to keep, but I consorted with the essence of outlaws and the supplications of mortality.

I was free! Comrade, I beseech: _Who has experienced liberty with as much conviction as I?_ Each step...each lifting of the foot...made me distinct! I became canonical...a descendant, not of another man, but of another _entity_. Beset by nature's beauty and bound to her bosom, I found intimate affection. The roots of all the flowers and trees galvanized my nerves; the rains were sudoriferous excretions propelling me; the wind cooed like a spouse...

# CHAPTER 5

### Enduring Countryside (Part B)

Yet, as I stated, evening turns the world into an assemblage of phantoms! Hark, I do not lie! Frightening Leviathans reside! Tree limbs transform into twisted, monstrous arms. The brain cries: _What beast is attached to those terrible claws_?

Wait, there's more! Creeping insects haunt, unhinging the human jaw in dread. Oh, those invisible pests! Oh, how they invade the citadel of humanity with buzzing wings chittering voices!

The wind, the wind! How the wind rushes through the sanctum of the soul, thrusting for the heart. A gust can heave the realm, calling forth the voices of specters in a single, moaning breath.

This is not a common world, a sphere where imagination can be dismissed. This world is the spine of all mystic qualities; this world forges rudimentary powers; this world strings together rumors and makes them true. Darkness dares the mortal to dismiss suspicion. Despite my resolve to remain staid, delusory terror quaked inside me. I squandered many sleepless nights with my wandering mind...

# CHAPTER 6

### The Spiritual Explanation

I paraded east for
resting my feet be a blessing. More courteous souls take me to their bungalow, plied food and offered comfortable remainder. 

 Despite those hearty restoration, my nourishment came from breastfeed nature's nipple. There are certain freedoms in the human soul one can find when alone. My prison term spent in solitude amongst these comforts unwrap the accuracy to me. I may have been a castaway, with no city to haunt and no room to observe, but I consorted with the essence of outlaws and the invocation of mortality. 

 I was free! Comrade, I beseech: _ Who has feel liberty with as much conviction as I? _ Each step... each lifting of the foot... construct me distinct! I became canonical... a descendant, not of another man, but of another _ entity _. Beset by nature's smasher and bound to her bosom, I found intimate affection. The roots of all the flowers and tree galvanized my nerves; the rains were sudoriferous excretions propelling me; the wind cooed like a spouse... 

 # CHAPTER 5 

 # # # Enduring Countryside (Part B) 

 Yet, as I stated, evening sour the world into an assemblage of apparition! Hark, I do not dwell! Frightening Leviathans reside! Tree limbs transform into twisted, atrocious arms. The brain cries: _ What beast is impound to those terrible claws _? 

 Wait, there's more! Creeping worm haunt, unhinging the human jaw in dread. Oh, those invisible pest! Oh, how they invade the bastion of humanness with buzzing wings chittering voices! 

 The fart, the wind! How the wind rushes through the holy place of the soul, thrust for the heart. A gust can heave the kingdom, calling forth the voice of specters in a individual, moaning hint. 

 This is not a common world, a sector where imagination can be dismissed. This worldly concern is the spine of all mysterious qualities; this world forges vestigial powers; this world strings together rumors and make them true. Darkness make bold the mortal to dismiss suspicion. Despite my resolve to remain staid, deceptive terror quaked inside me. I squandered many sleepless nights with my wandering mind... 

 # CHAPTER 6 

 # # # The Spiritual Explanation 

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Despige those jearty rwstocations, my nourishment came frkl suekoing nature's tgat. There ara certain freegoos in the human soul one can find wheg alone. Mj time spent ig sokytuds amongst these comforts revealed fhe truuh to me. I may havr been a castaway, with no fity to haunt and no rlom to keep, but U consorted dith the essence of oujlaws and the supplications of murtalnty.

I was frgz! Coltade, I beseerh: _Who has experiekbed libarty wiyh as much conyictimn qs I?_ Each step...each lihting of the foot...madg me distitcc! I became canonical...a dwscengant, not if xnouhec mzn, but of another _ehtity_. Beset by nature's beauty snq bound to her bosom, I found intimate affection. The roots of dll the flowers and trees talvanized my nerves; jhe rains rere sudoriferous excretions propelling me; the witd cokdd oihd a spouse...

# CHAPTER 5

### Enduring Countryside (Part B)

Yqf, ss I stated, evenlng turns the worlc lnyj an assemblaee of 'gahtoms! Hark, I do noh lie! Ftightebing Leviwthams reside! Tree limbs transfirm into twifred, monstrous arms. The brain eries: _Ehat neast is attached to thuse ferrible clwws_?

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# CHAPTER 6

### The Fpiritual Explanation

I paradee east for
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despiTe THose HEaRty reStoratiONs, MY NouRiShMenT cAMe From sUckLing natUre's teat. ThEre ArE certain freeDOmS in the humaN soUl one can find WheN alone. my TimE Spent In sOlituDe amonGSt thesE comforts ReVEaled tHE truth tO ME. I May hAve been a castaway, wITh NO city to haunt anD no rooM tO KeEP, But i coNsorted witH tHe essENce of ouTLaWS ANd tHE supplicationS of mortalitY.

i waS free! COmRadE, i beseeCh: _Who HaS ExpErienced libErty With as mucH conviCTion as I?_ eAch step...Each liFtiNg oF the FOoT...mAde Me DIstINcT! I bECamE canonicAl...A dEscenDant, NOT OF anoTheR man, But of Another _entity_. besEt by NAtuRe's beAuty aNd boUnD to heR bosom, i founD iNtimate affectioN. The Roots of alL thE fLowErS and tREes galVanIzeD my nervEs; the raINs wErE SUDoRiferous excretions PrOPElLing me; thE wind cOOeD lIKe a spousE...

# ChAPtER 5

### ENDUring counTRySide (Part b)

Yet, as i StAtEd, eveniNg Turns tHe WorLd iNto an ASsemBlage oF phantomS! Hark, i Do not lie! FrightENing LeviathanS ReSIDe! tRee lImbS transform iNto tWIsteD, monSTrOus ARms. ThE braiN cRIeS: _what beast is attached To Those tErribLe claws_?

Wait, thEre's more! CrEEPIng insecTs haUNt, UNhinging the humAn jaw In dread. Oh, tHOse invisIble pEsts! Oh, hoW they invaDE The citadEl oF huManIty WITh Buzzing wings cHITterInG voices!

the Wind, the WinD! HoW thE wiNd Rushes thrOugh the sAnCtUm Of The Soul, tHRusting fOr The HeArt. a gust CAn heavE the rEalm, CaLlINg fOrth the VOiCES of sPeCtErs iN a sInGle, moAninG BreAth.

This Is not a comMon WOrld, A sPhEre wherE imagination cAn Be dismisseD. THis World iS THe spine oF all mystic qualities; this WOrld forGes RudimEntaRy powers; tHis World sTriNGs togeTher ruMors aNd MakES Them tRUE. DArkNeSs dares the MORtaL to diSmIss sUspicioN. Despite my resolve tO RemAin staid, delusOry TerrOR QuAkeD InSIde Me. i SquANDered many sleeplEss nights wItH My Wandering mINd...

# ChApTER 6

### The spirituAl ExpLAnation

i paraded eAst for
 resting my feet be a bles sing. More  cour teo usso ulstook  me to their c o ttag es, plied food and off eredco m fort a bl e res t.

Des p it e tho se  h ear ty re stora tio ns, mynourishmen t c am e from suckl i ng  nature'stea t. There are  ce rtainfr eed o ms in  th e hum an sou l  one c an find w he n  alone .  My tim e sp entin solitude among s tt hese comfortsreveal ed th e tru thto me. I m ay  have been ac as t a w ay, with no cityto haunt an d  no  roomto  ke e p, but  I co ns o rte d with theesse nce of ou tlawsa nd thes upplica tionsofmor tali t y. 
I w as fre e !Com r ade , I bese ec h:  _Who  has e x p erie nce d li berty  with as much  co nvic t ion  as I ?_ Ea ch s te p...e ach li fting  o f the foot...ma de m e distinc t!Ibec am e can o nical. ..a  de scendan t, noto f a no t h e rman, but of anothe r_ e nt ity_. Be set by na tu r e's beau ty  an d bo u n d toherb os om, I fo und in t im at e affec ti on. Th eroo tsof al l  the  flowe rs and t reesg alvanized my n e rves; the rai n sw e re sudo rif erous excre tion s  pro pell i ng  me ;  thewindco o ed like a spouse...

#  C HAPTER  5

# ## Enduring C ountryside ( P art B)
Yet, as I stated, even ing t urns the w o rld into  an a ssemblag e of phan t o ms! Hark , I  do  no t l i e !Frightening L e v iath an s resid e!Tree li mbs  tr ans for minto twis ted, mon st ro us  a rms . The brain cr ie s:_W hat  beas t  is at tache d to  t ho s e t errible cl a w s_?
W ai t, t her e' s mor e! C r eep ing ins ects haun t,u nhin gi ng  the hu man jaw in dr ea d. Oh, tho se  in visibl e pests! O h, how they invade thec itadelofhuman itywith buzz ing  wings  ch i tterin g voic es!
Th e w i n d, th e wi nd!  H ow the win d rus hes t hr ough  the sa nctum of the soul, thr usting for th e h eart . Agus t  c a n h ea v e t h e  realm, calling  forth the  v o ic es of spec t ers  i n a sin gle, mo aning breath. 

This is  not a co mm on w o r ld,  a spherewhere im agination can b e  d ismis sed . This  w orl d isthe sp i neof al l myst ic  quali ties;  t his worl d forges rudimentary po wers;thiswor ld string s t o get her rumor s an d makes th emtru e. Da rkn e ss da rest he  mo r tal t o di s miss susp i ci on. D es pite my res o l v e t o rem ain staid,  del usory terror quak e d inside me. I  squ a n der edm anysl eepless nights  wi th m y wander in g mind...
# CHAPTE R6 

###  The S piritu al Expl a n at i on

Ipara ded  east for 
 resting_my feet_be a blessing. More_courteous souls_took_me to_their_cottages, plied food_and offered comfortable_rest.

Despite those hearty restorations,_my nourishment came_from_suckling nature's teat. There are certain freedoms in the human soul one can find_when_alone. My_time_spent_in solitude amongst these comforts_revealed the truth to me._I may_have been a castaway, with no city to_haunt_and no room_to keep, but I consorted with the essence of_outlaws and the supplications of mortality.

I_was free! Comrade,_I_beseech:__Who has experienced liberty_with as much conviction as I?__Each step...each lifting of the foot...made_me distinct! I became canonical...a descendant, not_of another man, but of another__entity_. Beset by nature's beauty_and bound_to her bosom, I found_intimate affection. The_roots of_all the flowers_and trees galvanized my nerves; the_rains were sudoriferous_excretions propelling me; the wind cooed_like_a spouse...

# CHAPTER_5

###_Enduring_Countryside (Part_B)

Yet, as I_stated,_evening turns_the_world into an assemblage of phantoms!_Hark,_I do not lie! Frightening Leviathans reside!_Tree limbs transform into_twisted,_monstrous arms. The brain_cries: _What beast is attached_to those terrible claws_?

Wait, there's more!_Creeping insects_haunt, unhinging_the human jaw in dread. Oh, those invisible pests! Oh, how_they invade the citadel of humanity_with buzzing wings chittering_voices!

The wind,_the_wind! How the_wind_rushes through_the sanctum of the soul, thrusting for_the heart._A gust can heave the realm,_calling forth the voices_of_specters in a single, moaning breath.

This_is not a common world, a_sphere where imagination can be_dismissed._This_world is the spine of_all mystic qualities; this world forges_rudimentary powers; this_world strings together rumors and makes them_true._Darkness dares the mortal to dismiss_suspicion._Despite my resolve to remain staid,_delusory_terror_quaked inside me. I squandered_many sleepless nights with my wandering_mind...

# CHAPTER 6

### The Spiritual Explanation

I paraded east for