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  • 08-06-2014 1:45pm
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    I first heard this poem from and episode of The X Files called “The Field Where I Died” where ‘Mulder’ reads it at the beginning. It has stuck in my head ever since I find it captivating and moving and wanted to know have you ever heard of it before what you think of it?


    "At times I almost dream
    I, too, have spent a life the sages' way,
    And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance
    I perished in an arrogant self-reliance
    Ages ago; and in that act, a prayer
    For one more chance went up so earnest, so
    Instinct with better light let in by death,
    That life was blotted out-not so completely
    But scattered wrecks enough of it remain,
    Dim memories, as now, when once more seems
    The goal in sight again..."
    --"Paracelsus," Robert Browning


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