| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Picturing those blessed and delicate creatures to be trembling at death and separation and going into non-existence in a fruitless season-which is the view of the heedless-so heavily weighed on my feelings of passion for permanence, love of beauty, and compassion for fellow-creatures and living things, that it changed the world into a kind of hell and the mind into an instrument of torture.
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