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id: 2026-01-07T06:41:00-0500
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title: 2026-01-07 06:41:??
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daily: "[[2026-01-07]]"
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# 2026-01-07 06:41:??
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> [!quote] _The Shadow of the Torturer_, Chapter 17: "The Challenge"
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> No intellect is needed to see those figures who wait beyond the void of death---
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> every child is aware of them, blazing with glories dark or bright,
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> wrapped in authority older than the universe.
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> They are the stuff of our earliest dreams, as of our dying visions.
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> Rightly we feel our lives guided by them,
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> and rightly too we feel how little we matter to them,
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> the builders of the unimaginable,
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> the fighters of wars beyond the totality of existence.
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> The difficulty lies in learning that we ourselves encompass forces equally great.
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> We say, "I will," and "I will not," and imagine ourselves
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> (though we obey the orders of some prosaic person every day) our own masters,
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> when the truth is that our masters are sleeping.
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> One wakes within us and we are ridden like beasts,
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> though the rider is but some hitherto unguessed part of ourselves.
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