vernus | how's my driving?

The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven. What matter where, if I be still the same, and what I should be, all but less than he whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least we shall be free; the almighty hath not built here for his envy, will not drive us hence...

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