“Two souls, alas, are dwelling in my breast, /And one is striving to forsake its brother. /Unto the world in grossly loving zest, /With clinging tendrils, one adheres; /The other rises forcibly in quest /Of rarefied ancestral spheres. /If there be spirits in the air /That hold their sway between the earth and sky, /Descend out of the golden vapors there /And sweep me into iridescent life.” - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust: First Part

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