I sat by the fire mourning the mistakes and failures of the past, with only the ever-watchful “Eye” for company. Suddenly a voice within conversed with me, yet not a “voice” but rather another part of me, which put its thoughts within the brain beside my own. “Regret not what is done and cannot be undone. Lo! while you sit brooding here, gray shapes of doubt, fear and disappointment fly from your brain and lay their weight of care on other minds and so increase the sorrow of the world.” My answer was, “If I do not repent what I have done, how shall the lessons of my life’s mistakes be graven deep enough upon my soul?” The voice replied, “Write them upon your heart in words of fire, but with rejoicing that you thus have gained further illumination for your way ahead which yet, is dimly lit. No weak repiner gains the Gates of Gold, no feeble arm can raise its might bars; think you of this and learn your lesson well.”
Fragments by Cave
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