The many-colored chamber
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G o I n P e a c e G o I n L i g h t
Elmwood Cemetery
Columbia, South Carolina
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I am not making a book that will live or a book that will die. I have no thought whether it will live or die.
I am for my own sake manifesting myself, looking at myself, encouraging and criticizing myself.
I see you as you pass on the street, but I do not see the inner chamber where you live -- the many-colored chamber of the soul.
I think I must be taking an inventory of the chamber of my soul, cataloguing its contents.
Many items I do not set down, for I have not yet full courage; if I set down aught in shame, it will not be in defiance or bravado; it will be to satisfy my honesty.
But most of all I would catalogue the love of my soul; for I do not know but that after a while I will be cold and dead inside.
Therefore I think it well that I make a record of the love of my soul --
A record that may soften a little the stern world, and abide with me until the evening, when I am worn out, and the world is discharging me from service; the sun gone down, darkness come, and I sit still in the quiet night.
~Max Ehrmann (1872-1945)~
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