There is someone hidden behind the curtains who is being searching by all Gnostics. Suddenly, the curtain fell down and I faced with myself. Alas, I was looking for you while I was praising, lovely in the nights until I scud, oh, I looking for myself, eagerly. Now, you know that you are looking for yourself and you are seeking yourself. You stay in the road of wind of your kindness and the hollowness of sight and heart shall be filled with your kindness. You keep my hands to be released from rudeness under shadow of hands.
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