What that freedom encompassed was the world totally in the form of consciousness, as a universal will, and along with that, self-consciousness gathered out of all the dispersions and manifoldness of existence, or all the manifold ends and judgments of mind concentrated into the naked and simple self. —Georg Friedrich Wilhelm Hegel, Phenomenology of Mind Fort Atkinson. The name had mingled itself with Richard's dreams to become the promised land, and the Platte his River Jordan. He splashed through the shallows, slipping in mud, back breaking. Despite the cool day, sweat trickled down his face to sting his eyes and drip from his nose. The endless weight of the cordelle lay like the great earth on Atlas's shoulders. "Sacre! Careful!" the cry came. "Hold on! Don't let it slip!" Behind them, coursing like a huge fish on a line, the Maria curved out from the shore, driven along the arc of the cordelle line by laboring polers as the boat passed wide of the sandbar she'd grounded on earlier that day.
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