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A
vision
I
had
in
my
sleep
last
night
-
as
distinguished
from
a
dream
which
is
mere
sorting
and
cataloging
of
the
day's
events
by
the
subconscious.
This
was
a
vision,
fresh
and
clear
as
a
mountain
stream
-
the
mind
revealing
itself
to
itself.
In
my
vision,
I
was
on
the
veranda
of
a
vast
estate,
a
palazzo
of
some
fantastic
proportion.
There
seemed
to
emanate
from
it
a
light
from
within
-
this
gleaming
radiant
marble.
I
had
known
this
place.
I
had
in
fact
been
born
and
raised
there.
This
was
my
first
return,
a
reunion
with
the
deepest
wellsprings
of
my
being.
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