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VII

It is not enough for me that the lightning no longer doeth harm. I do not wish to conduct it away: it shall learn⁠—to work for me.⁠—

My wisdom hath accumulated long like a cloud, it becometh stiller and darker. So doeth all wisdom which shall one day bear lightnings.⁠—

Unto these men of today will I not be light, nor be called light. Them⁠—will I blind: lightning of my wisdom! put out their eyes!