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May 18, 2007
he fell to the earth a weak youth and rose up a fighter
It was as if threads from all those innumerable worlds of God came together in his soul, and it was trembling all over, 'touching other worlds.' He wanted to forgive everyone and for everything, and to ask forgiveness, oh, not for himself! but for all and everything, 'as others are asking for me,' rang again in his soul. But for each moment he felt clearly and almost tangibly something as firm and immovable as this heavenly vault descend into his soul. Some sort of idea, as it were, was coming to reign in his mind-now for the whole of his life and unto ages of ages. He fell to the earth a weak youth and rose up a fighter, steadfast for the rest of his life, and he knew it and felt it suddenly, in that very moment of his ecstacy. Never, never in all his life would he forget that moment. 'Someone visited my soul in that hour,' he would say afterwards, with firm belief in his words...
Dostoevsky - The Brothers Karamazov
Posted by amin at May 18, 2007 12:05 AM