O’ my brothers,

          here is the place of junction between those who think and those who SUFFER; this barricade is made neither of  p a v i n g - s t o n e s,
                                          nor of  { t i m b e r s } , nor of IRON;

          it is made of TWO mounds, a mound of ideas and a mound of sorrows. Misery here encounters the  IDEAL  . Here day embraces night, and says:

                                   ’I will DIE with thee and thou shalt be BORN AGAIN with me.’ 

  

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