the search
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ransacked the texts of the saints and sages for clues as to its whereabouts, pleaded
with the night to yield it to us, abased ourselves in rituals, followed the light paths of
romantic love and relationship and the dark ones of drugs and disorder, and done
the million and one things it appears we have to do before finally we grind to a halt in
exhaustion, our happiness still tantalizingly out of reach; then we see with a snort of
absurdity that there is nowhere left to reach out to; that all the words have gone. The
running, brother and sister, is done. The answer in contained here in this frail being
in this dark night on this lasted heath; here or nowhere.
The Holy Grail is us.
~John Pepper
