And when we awake at night from a dream, overwhelmed and in thrall to the spell of those visions that flood over us, we feel with horror how thin the boundary and bulwark is that separates us from the darkness—we are small flames, and we have only weak walls that offer us meager protection from the storm of dissolution and absurdity in which we flicker and sometimes nearly drown. Then the muffled roar of battle becomes a ring that encloses us, we huddle together and stare wide-eyed into the night. We find our only consolation in the sound of our sleeping comrades’ breath, and in that state, we
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