In those sombre forests of his striving his own soul rose before him, and he saw himself,—darkly as through a veil; and yet he saw in himself some faint revelation of his power, of his mission.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “In those sombre forests of his striving his own soul rose before him, and he saw himself,—darkly as through a veil; and…”
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From his seminal work, this passage describes a moment of profound introspection and self-discovery, where an individual glimpses their inherent power and purpose amidst their struggles.
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