Hells passage into this world
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Chatz how many of us each day and in every minute in each day, and in every instant that each minute holds still relive that first instant when terror first took the place of love. And so you die every day to to live again, until you cross the gap betwen the past and present, which is not a real gap anyhow.

Such is each life a seeming interval between birth and death, recalling our first terror of separation from our Mother, painfully and powerfully thrust down the strongly contracting birth canal out of security a world of warm water into a world of bright lights, strange sounds and total isolation.


And I woke up screaming "No, No not down."

Then again I remember saying "Let me go."

such a fool as I was always leaping into the fire.

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