Dreams, Memories, Visions    Of life as a ‘story   of the self-realization   of the unconsciousness’ ... p. 17     Digging up bones   and a little light in fog ... pp. 104, 107     Walking through a valley   to hand a goddess an umbrella ... pp. 155, 161     § Of trees as the embodiments   of life’s incomprehensible meaning ... p. 86     The bitterness of Freud   and the analogy   with God ... pp. 75, 175     A white dove transformed   into the ghost   of a customs official .

The Beast Between the Marble and the Heap, Or: The Mammoth    Between the marble wall of City Hall   and the slow‑rotting heap   of broken crockery and dusty old books —   the beast stirred.     To think it once tore open the earth   with its tusks,   raising mountains,   or guarding the spirits of the underworld.     Now its fur rotted to a brittle husk —   the mammoth   preserved without reason —   the mammoth.     Among the first of God’s works,   it had been among us from

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