I need to prove to myself and to this humanity whose transient appearances I sketch that we are reborn, that we do not die. I need to do this because I feel myself dying... I want, over and above the chain of these mobiles lives, these instants we call men... I want to weave a fabric of ideas by which they perpetuated themselves, gave the lie to death, mocked nature.
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