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to understand and express
the purpose of man's existence,
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of woman's existence,
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the purpose for their pain,
their love, their despair,
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links in an endless chain tying
together thousands of generations.
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There was to be no more painting interiors
now, people reading and knitting
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but living people who breathe,
feel, suffer and love.
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She closes her eyes and listens
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to the words he whispers
into her long hair.
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I'd depict it as I saw it now,
but in the blue haze.
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I remember something Munch
once said a couple of years ago.
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He had discovered that the Greeks
regarded death as blue.
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It says somewhere in The Iliad,
"Blue death closes his eyes."
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"Here in the grey gloomy North,"
Munch said,
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"we regard death as black.
But in sunny Hellas
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"they regard it as blue.
Why shouldn't it be blue?"
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Munch's painting
Night In St. Cloud,