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Enough if we have learned that music exists, that it is proper to
us, and that we cannot go forth of it. Our pipes, however shrill
and squeaking, certify this our faith in Tune, and the eternal
Amelioration may one day reach our ears and instruments. It is a
poor second thought, this literary activity.
Perhaps I am not made obnoxious to much suffering, but I have had
happy hours enough in gazing from afar at the splendors of the
Intellectual Law, to overpay me for any pains I know. Existence
may go on to be better, and, if it have such insights, it never
can be bad. You sometimes charge me with I know not what sky-
blue, sky-void idealism. As far as it is a partiality, I fear I
may be more deeply infected than you think me. I have very
joyful dreams which I cannot bring to paper, much less to any
approach to practice, and I blame myself not at all for my
reveries, but that they have not yet got possession of my house
and barn. But I shall not lose my love for books. I only
worship Eternal Buddh in the retirements and intermissions of
Brahma.


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