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The pathless woods

The lonely shore

The roar of the deep sea

The occulted screeching of owls in winter

The roaring of lions

The howling of wolves

The hopelessness at the heart of lust

The light that hangs above the fields

The church not made with hands

Lost portions of eternity

Too great for the eye of man or his moribund gods

All gone in a flash

The fear and dread of you

Look at it

Look it straight in the face

Look at it and without doing anything, suffer inexpressibly

Suddenly life has no meaning