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Konx Om Pax

Konx Om Pax (1907), PDF p. 34

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14 KONX OM PAX Crux Ansatn had forgotten to tell you about. It was a kind of cross with an oval handle that he had been very fond of. But I couldn’t go away without gfdulfl et something of his, so I took a shepherd’s staff, and a little whip with os'ii'iedism blood on it, and jewels oozing from the blood, if you know what I mean, that they had put in his hands when they buried him. Then I went away, and cried, and cried, and cried. But before I had got very far they called me back; and the people who had been so stern were smiling, and I saw they had taken the coflin out of the little C_urinter mortuos room with seven sides. And the coffin was quite, quite empty. Then filiiiffiiiiue; they began to tell us all about it, and I heard my Fairy Prince within mumm' the little room saying holy exalted things, such as the stars trace in the sky as they travel in the Car called “Millions of Years.” Then they took me into the little room, and there was my Fairy Prince standing in the middle. 50 I knelt down and we all kissed his beautiful feet, and the myriads of eyes like diamonds that were hidden in his feet laughed joy at us. One couldn’t lift one’s head, for he was too glorious to behold; but he spoke wonderful words like dying nightingales that have sorrowed for the fading of the roses, and pressed themselves to death upon the thorns; and one’s whole body became a single eye, 50 that one saw as if the unborn thought of light Qflvngé. brooded over an eternal sea. Then was light as the lightning flaming Zlilrb‘llrsi-bus spe- out of the east, even unto the west, and it was fashioned as the swift ness of a sword. By and by one rose up, then one seemed to be quite, quite dead, and buried in the centre of a pyramid of the most brilliant light it is possible to think of. And it was wake-light too; and everybody knows that even wake-darkness is really brighter than the dream-light. So you must just guess what it was like. There was more than that too; I can’t possibly tell you. I know too what I.N.R.l. on the Ring meant: and I can’t tell you that either, because the dream-language has such a lot of important words missing. It’s a very silly language, I think. By and by I came to myself a little, and now I was really and truly
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