| I suppose this is nothing more than a mee too note but I have only just noticed this node thanks to chrystofs additional note in regard to the passage it was taken from. I'm writing this note just to say me too, I was dumb-struck when I first read this, awed, changed.
Not only is it a beautiful, swaying piece of writing but it was so very liberating in the sense that I then knew it was possible to break all boundaries in my self-expression, that meaning was truly secondary to beauty in respect of art and that there was a world of truth embedded in the very pulses of life we hear, the ebb and flow of the conscious minds of others that surrounds us.
As you read this passage you can only marvel at what Joyce did, it flows like the sea, sometimes receding, sometimes crashing over you in waves of thought. Read it, please.
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