Children, Apples Of My Eyes, When You Feel Like Weeping Gems, Go To The Garbage Dumps, The Dead Ends Of The Labyrinth, The Oubliettes, The Cemeteries, The Charnal Grounds.

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Children, apples of my eyes, when you feel like weeping gems, go to the
garbage dumps, the dead ends of the labyrinth, the oubliettes, the cemeteries,
the charnal grounds. Find yourself a spot there and surrender to the
melancholy of the place, recollect the sadness around you and the misery of
the world, and wish ardently that they cease. The more sincere your feelings,
the clearer the gems that will form. Gems from cruelty have facets, gems from
broken hearts are purple or orange, the death of a child brings forth
emeralds; animals that people torment bring forth pearls and diamonds. The
deeper the emotion, the more luminous the gem.
-- Esther Rochon/Henry Polard

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