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will pass beyond this power of mine also; for this also have the
horse, and mule, for they also perceive through the body.
I will pass then beyond this power of my nature also, rising by
degrees unto Him Who made me. And I come to the fields and spacious
palaces of my memory, where are the treasures of innumerable images,
brought into it from things of all sorts perceived by the senses.
There is stored up, whatsoever besides we think, either by enlarging
or diminishing, or any other way varying those things which the
sense hath come to; and whatever else hath been committed and laid up,
which forgetfulness hath not yet swallowed up and buried. When I enter
there, I require what I will to be brought forth, and something
instantly comes; others must be longer sought after, which are
fetched, as it were, out of some inner receptacle; others rush out
in troops, and while one thing is desired and required, they start
forth, as who should say, "Is it perchance I?" These I drive away with
the hand of my heart, from the face of my remembrance; until what I
wish for be unveiled, and appear in sight, out of its secret place.
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