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"  There was a man who wanted to find God. He wanted to find God because he felt as though he had lost Him. Lost Him, or perhaps, was lost to Him. To find God he moved to a cabin in the woods, thinking that alone was the better to see, or be seen. The man was thinking that alone, with the Holy Books, he could find God again, having lost Him somewhere along the way. But not along the way to the cabin in the woods--he felt as though he could not lose Him when he could not find him and the man did not find God on his way to the cabin in the woods.  In the cabin, alone with the Holy Books, the man was thinking not about God but about being alone. Was it not the better to see or be seen? It was the better to see or be seen, the man felt, because when he had lost Him, he had not been alone but crowded.  At the cabin in the woods he did not feel crowded, but he soon grew tired of the Holy Books and went on long walks in search of God. He found a refrigerator buried in the back yard, he found the skeleton of a mouse in a glass jug, but the man did not find Him, and he did not feel found.   He slept little and he ate little and the man grew maddened by the lack of God in his life. He cursed at the ceiling of the cabin and he spoke incessantly on his long walks. He burned the Holy Books, page by page, smiling as the flames fell upon the words that had failed him. When he finished with the Holy Books, he set to his clothes and finally the cabin.   The wall of flames felt glorious upon his bare skin. He threw his arms at the sky and basked in the warmth. He fell to his knees and prayed to the fire. When the cabin fell and the fire began to subside, the man found timber in the surrounding woods and offered it to his beloved. The fire burned until morning and through the following day.  By nightfall, the man was exhausted and he threw handfuls of dried tinder on the bed of coals. The leaves and twigs flickered and caught, providing only quick flashes of light and little heat if any. The man lay down and pulled his knees close to him. His body began to tighten and shudder. He clenched his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering. He fisted his hands in the warmth under his arms but his feet remained unprotected. His toes burned in the cold of the night. Soon he lost feeling in them.  How sweet the sound, the man whispered, how sweet the sound. I once was lost and now am lost again.   After some time, a heavy warmth fell upon him and his mind grew slow. He lifted his head to see if the fire burned but it did not. His body let out a sharp, quick sob, but his mind felt no such sadness. The ground grew soft and warm.  Why? The man said. Why so much of this lost and found business?   His breathing slowed and he waited for the answer. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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