he rises quickly and with joy. He never passes that just-right point of lightness where his cheek is round and his flesh moist

—where he can be readily detached from his surroundings. He never shrivels and falls in and cakes to the pan, like his elders. He forgets, quickly, the working-down, and enters heart and soul into the business of rising NOW. He is so absorbed in his work, the work of growing light, that he heeds little the workings-down which are but for a moment.

Out of sight is out of mind. He forgets what others do to him. He LIVES Now—he rises.

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