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The Jerusalem of Our Earthly Souls Confluence it seems to be: this vortex city of yearning to speak to gods . . . temples and mosques are raised, stalagmites of our hopes, shooting upwards, aspiring, as though we could shoot our prayers into the heavens; we make ourselves believe these churches came from celestial drips of mineral blessings, solid thoughts bestowed from above . . . yet, why do we all hate each other in this city, why must we assassinate our peacemakers? And this is not a newly discovered vice; at times I fear we yearn to speak to infinity so much that we can't stand the sight of others yearning, yearning.
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