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We look at the world once, In childhood. The rest is memory. ~ Louise Glück

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A birdsong can even, For a moment, Make the whole world Into a sky within us, Because we feel that the bird Does not distinguish Between...

And we: spectators, Always, everywhere, Looking at everything, And never from! Who’s turned us round Like this, So that whatever we do,...

Don’t search for the answers, Which could not be given to you now, Because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live...