Journal Entry 40 - October 28th, 1878
Time is dwindling much faster than anyone can imagine. Seasons change within minutes, and days are but mere seconds. I believe I now understand the clock. It is but a reminder of the same grave to which we all return. Why should I fear these revelations? And would not I be reunited with Jeremiah by embracing this morose truth? If I were to enter the clock, surely the perpetual suffering and sadness of this life would cease once and for all? I am increasingly convinced the clock tolls for me. Fleeing would be foolish. Like a cut flower, I shall wither. And walk forever away from hither. But like a weary child, I shall sleep. For once I step through the door, no longer shall I weep.
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