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Saint John of the Cross in Prison Browsing among the zero hours, and where I went from there .. diabolical? No. I went out of myself into ... I did not go out of myself into the afternoon of parrots; I did not go out of myself into the dew; I did not go out of myself into the bat-terrors. I did not say silence, I said nothing about the love I did not go out of myself into. I said nothing fire, I said nothing water, I said nothing air. I went out of myself into no, into nowhere. I was not alone. 124 ...

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