I am alive, and I am happy; I am alive and I am joyful; I am alive and all my life is frothing, frothing, fermenting, throwing white froth; and though I cannot read the language of the sun, of the seeds falling from the sun, I am happy; an immeasurable contentment -- a shivering sort of love for the world. It sweeps through me, shaking my bones,
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