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Show ^r Facts He believed that enlightenment came in response to effort or in recognition of an extraordinary hurt; that illusion was something to be shattered, like punching one's head through a thick pane of glass. The scars made an interesting pattern. Despairing, he contemplated the ultimate gesture until a woman in need spoke to him in a bar, gave him her red silk scarf, more banner than bandage. She left. They all left. The empty chairs reproached him woodenly. Alone, he achieved a final metaphor, sat like a grey stone, counting his fingers in a polar light. |