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1 " Of old there was a spirit, it was dark / Until it felt a pity for itself, / When the tremendous darkness shrieked and broke / Of its extreme and shone, mothering the light / That had been once but pain in the heart of night, / The night original and nameless. What / Brought morning and what made the dark a mother / To light and men? Nothing but woman in / A spirit could have wrought so safe and slow / Its ruin in perpetuity and peace. "
― , In Extremis: The Life of Laura Riding
