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The Candles

           "Lookupatit;markitwell;thewhiteflamebutlightsthewaytotheWhiteWhale!Handmethosemainmastlinksthere;Iwouldfainfeelthispulse,andletminebeatagainstit;bloodagainstfire!So."

           Thenturningthelastlinkheldfastinhislefthand,heputhisfootupontheParsee;andwithfixedupwardeve,andhigh-flungrightarm,hestooderectbeforetheloftytri-pointedtrinityofflames.

           "Oh!thouclearspiritofclearfire,whomontheseseasIasPersianoncedidworship,tillinthesacramentalactsoburnedbythee,thattothishourIbearthescar;Inowknowthee,thouclearspirit,andInowknowthatthyrightworshipisdefiance.Toneitherlovenorreverencewiltthoubekind;ande’enforhatethoucanstbutkill;andallarekilled.Nofearlessfoolnowfrontsthee.Iownthyspeechless,placelesspower;buttothelastgaspofmyearthquakelifewilldisputeunconditional,unintegralmasteryinme.Inthemidstofthepersonifiedimpersonal,apersonalitystandshere.Thoughbutapointatbest;whenceso’erIcame;whereso’erIgo;yetwhileIearthlylive,thequeenlypersonalitylivesinme,andfeelsherroyalrights.Butwarispain,andhateiswoe.Comeinthylowestformoflove,andIwillkneelandkissthee;butatthyhighest,comeasmeresupernalpower;andthoughthoulaunchestnaviesoffull-freightedworlds,there’sthatinherethatstillremainsindifferent.Oh,thouclearspirit,ofthyfirethoumadestme,andlikeatruechildoffire,Ibreatheitbacktothee."

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