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The Secret of My Life Never do I put forth the futile effort to transport the world of phantasy meant for delight down to the plane of reality, since phantasy imparts me greater delight and sanctity than what reality could give. The high-ranging spirit of phantasy withers away in an effort to render it like a reflex of reality.
Similarly I do not carry what is bare reality unto the dream world of phantasy, for reality turns hollow from concrete that way. So the two worlds of phantasy and reality are separate to my mind. Each is sovereign in its own realm.
Thus the bird of my being has two wings-one of phantasy, the other of reality. It is through phantasy that I can range across the vast firmament and it is through reality that I can pace upon this hallowed earth!
This, indeed, is the one secret of my life
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