Where the scholar looked ages in religious tomes for it, Where the pilgrim walked many miles  and my holy sites in search of it, it was he who was simple who had found it. He had found his God, the thing he ought to worship, not in books or places no, for he always had it, he merely listened to his conscience that was all.

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