Paul Klee The Golden Fish

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of itself would flicker out like a candle in every one of the billions of worlds where it had burned brightly.
Mary felt the moon standing firm in the middle.
And then she saw what they were doing, at last: she saw what that great urgent purpose was.
They were trying to hold back the Dust flood. They were striving to put some barriers up against the terrible stream: wind, moon, clouds, leaves, grass, all those lovely things were crying out and hurling themselves into the struggle to keep the shadow particles in this universe, which they so enriched.
Matter loved Dust. It didn't want to see it go. That was the meaning of this night, and it was Mary's meaning, too.burden of it keenly. It felt like age. She felt eighty years old, worn out and weary and longing to die.She climbed heavily out of the branches of the great fallen tree, and with the wind still wild in the leaves and the grass and her hair, set off hack to the village.At the summit of the slope she looked for the last time at the Dust stream, with the clouds and the wind blowing across it and the