CONTENTS
The cloud of unknowing
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Author: Anonymous
Year: 1300
Thou askest me and sayest, How shall I think on Himself and what is He? and to this I cannot answer thee but thus: I wot not. ...And therefore I will leave all that thing that I can think, and choose to my love that thing that I cannot think. For why; He may well be loved, but not thought. By love he may be holden and gotten, but by thought never. ...Smite upon that thick cloud of unknowing with a sharp dart of longing love; and go not hence for thing that befalleth.
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