“At times I almost dream
I too have spent a life the Sages way
And tread once more familiar paths
Perchance I've perished in an arrogant self-reliance an age ago
And in that act of prayer for one more chance went up so earnest
So...
Instinct with better light let in by death
That life was blotted out not [bad word] 
But scattered wrecks enough of it to remain dim memories
As now one seems
Once more the goal in sight again.” 

["Paracelsus" by Robert Browning – read by David Duchovny]

I estimate their works and them
So rightly, that at times I almost dream
I too have spent a life the sages' way
And tread once more familiar paths

Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance
Ages ago 
And in that act, a prayer for one more chance 
went up so earnest, so…

Take my hand, follow me
To the place where I lie
You will see, you will hear
The last one man’s cry
In other life 
I was here standing by
As were you wonder why [bad word] to field where I died

Instinct with better light led in by death,
That life was blotted out-not [bad word] 
But scattered wrecks enough of it remain
Dim memories, the goal in sight again 

All which, indeed is foolish, and only means
The flesh I wear, the earth I tread are not more clear to me than my belief 
Explained to you or no

Grab my hand, follow me
To the place where I lie
You will see, you will hear
The last one man’s cry
In other life 
I was here standing by
As were you wonder why [bad word] to field where I died

Now follow me
To the place where I lie
You will see, you will hear
The last one man’s cry
In other life 
I was here standing by
Once again we [bad word] 
To the field where I died