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words Dominus fobuscum, oramiys, You you could almost see his being written in the falling and rising flow of air, that was like a thick black parchment being folded to ashess His throat sent long and painful sounds through the thick | wooden dors, so that a person standing in the street might hear them and for a moment catch their mind Wondering into the dark past of a bleGding times Sound of the deep down within the delicate lungs of a capsuled voice box containing the stammering of humanitye No one knew where these sounds came from,.and none excepted it as pain, You could sense an invisible waal closing ' in front of their faces like a sliding door, They didn't want to see any sharp stones, that led to nowhere, Let alone be drawn away so far, that they could ! feel themselves being led over them, Only the children were not afraid ac. towering above the relived death of Christ, They could watch it oprole ina Spacpm and close its healing power around their preocupation with involvement, Certainly I was entranced, with wide eyes that belonged somewhere in the future on a high evil hill playing with a shimmering moons It was like he was experiencing a climax with death on these moments, and the passions of the twe in embrage could never be torn apart, This’ moént-so-finely cast‘a mold of neither life or death, H that possibly he would never dies The moment trudly was eternal and as seperate from him as the death he was reliving, All expettation of meaning had gone away and it was as if Christ had risen long before his crucification What he had , promised himself in the garden,! Father Lawnigan had also promised himself before | he walked on to the altez, That the deliverence of man was in his going beyond his own pain, so that when his soul was left to the wolves he would already be gone and be able to remind them of their foolish vengiences Look at me, he must have been saying, and you will see that my lonely white atregks Yynning between