20 April 2015

below — above

I'd imagined that the world's end was as the edge of the orison, and that a day's journey was able to find it, so I went on with my heart full of hopes, pleasures and discoveries, expecting when I got to the brink of the world that I could look down like looking into a large pit, and see into its secrets, the same as I believed I could see heaven by looking into the water.
John Clare


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