O we are wearied of this sense of guilt, Wearied of pleasure's paramour despair, Wearied of every temple we have built, Wearied of every unanswered right, unanswered prayer,For man is weak; God sleeps: and heaven is high:One fiery-colored moment: one great love: and lo! we die.
-Oscar Wilde
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