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One writer told of the time that, as he was aboard an ocean liner in the Mediterranean, he observed the explosion of a volcano many miles in the distance. He said it reminded him of gashing tongues of fire as it threw its lava into the air. “I could see the amber colored sky, recognizing that it was the result of the vast amount of materials that had been spewing out of the volcano for hours.”

And then he said this: “A thought came into my mind which I had seen on the outside of the volcano had been in the heart of its very being for many many years.”