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It does not matter how I go, simply that I
go, that I continue, and that I not fail as so
many others before me; that I leave, that I
take my good-byes, heartfelt and sad yet
final. And that I do nothing less than become
what I dream of becoming, and which I stop
to enjoy as an interlude, a momentary
sanction against the kingdom of my solitude.
Nor do I have, do I know, the pleasures of
return, for the circle is not my sign. And the
circles that circle each other are not my
brothers.