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	such divine materials to men, and accepts such<br>		such divine materials to men, and accepts such<br>
	leavings from them at last."<br>		leavings from them at last."<br>
-	Autumn Rivulets 287.2<br><br>	+	Autumn Rivulets 287.1<br><br>
	I suddenly feel this world’s cold dispassion.<br><br>		I suddenly feel this world’s cold dispassion.<br><br>
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	deaf to our pleading as she sails through space.<br><br>		deaf to our pleading as she sails through space.<br><br>
-	In my grief, was this marvelous city – as<br>	+	In my grief, even this marvelous city – as<br>
	much like a home to me as the one I left<br>		much like a home to me as the one I left<br>
	nearly four years ago – can offer no comfort.<br><br>		nearly four years ago – can offer no comfort.<br><br>
	And so I am now back to traveling. Perhaps,<br>		And so I am now back to traveling. Perhaps,<br>
-	like this rock, my only night condition is<br>	+	like this rock, my only right condition is<br>
	ceaseless motion.<br><br>		ceaseless motion.<br><br>

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[edit] Clue 10 Letter

Part of the artifacts collected during the Clue 10 deaddrop in San Francisco.

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“Now I am terrified at the Earth … It turns
harmless and stainless on its axis with such
endless successions of diseas’d corpses … It gives
such divine materials to men, and accepts such
leavings from them at last."
Autumn Rivulets 287.1

I suddenly feel this world’s cold dispassion.

Was I once so naive about such things, thinking
that she offered her joys without cost? Thinking
that these joys were offerings at all, rather than a
trick of my own fragmentary perception?

The cost is in our hope that she might hold
us to her and care for her poor innocents. But
she is a spinning rock, blind to our toil and
deaf to our pleading as she sails through space.

In my grief, even this marvelous city – as
much like a home to me as the one I left
nearly four years ago – can offer no comfort.

And so I am now back to traveling. Perhaps,
like this rock, my only right condition is
ceaseless motion.

Then move I shall, until I find a place
from which to pull a fortune and see if
that might offer an end to doubt.