Dedication
To the one whose unfathomable love has made this book possible — my Mother
Truth is within ourselves . . .
There is an inmost center in us all. Where Truth abides in fulness; and to know Rather consists in opening out a way Whence the imprisoned splendor may escape Than in effecting entry for a light Supposed to he without.
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