"7-8. On the island. Journey to the line.
Pvt. Train. “Who are you who live in all these many forms? Your death that captures all. You too the source of all that is to born. Your glory, your mercy, peace, truth. You give a calm spirit, understanding, courage, a contented heart.”
Witt and the wounded. “Maybe all men got one big soul, and everybody’s a part of it—all faces of the same man, one big self. Everyone looking for salvation for himself. Each like a coal drawn from the fire.”