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Jane Wolfe Diary Entry Sunday, 28 April 1940
This a.m. a little emotion moved around in a given area, looking for one thing and then another of which to make a problem so as to fret or fume about something. I refused it this, then that, and it finally subsided and disappeared. I should have taken the time to learn its little trouble, I suppose. Instead I theorized a bit about human nature and then flowed on to LXV, V. 21-24—"so shalt thou abide apart from the Impressions." This is a fearful thought: to stand and watch the emotions of which one is capable expressing themselves as they are, hell, heaven and that which is between! Also, is one to let these emotions have their play, standing apart meantime, or is one to do something about it? As one's aspiration is ever onward and upward these eventually disintegrate and became regenerate in 'nobler' qualities and characteristics.
But continue to partake of Life as a sacrament—no matter what—a flowing between This and That.
A little sigh of wind passed over the mind at one point, telling me I had to leave here. And this saddened me. But the mind is so tricky—is this but the stirring of my past battles to continue to live in this house?
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