It is human--some mighty drama unseen, unheard, is playing there its tragedies or mocking comedy, and the laugh of endless years is shrieking onward from peak to peak, unheard, unechoed, and unknown.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “It is human--some mighty drama unseen, unheard, is playing there its tragedies or mocking comedy, and the laugh of…”
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This passage suggests that there are unseen forces at play in nature, hinting at the complexities of existence.
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