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Lord, of following the pillar of cloud across the desert and

watching the bush that crackled yet did not burn away, this old,

unquestioned duality suddenly was found to be broken apart The

weekday world had triumphed over the Sunday world The Sunday

world was not real, or at least, not actual And one lived by

action

Only the weekday world wen, must kno to take the weekday life Her body must

be a weekday body, held in the world's esti to the world's

knowledge

Well, then, there was a weekday life to live, of action and

deeds And so there was a necessity to choose one's action and

one's deeds One was responsible to the world for what one

did

Nay, one was more than responsible to the world One was

responsible to oneself There was so

residue of the Sunday world within her, some persistent Sunday

self, which insisted upon a relationship with the now shed-away

vision world How could one keep up a relationship with that

which one denied? Her task was now to learn the week-day

life