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I dream of a language whose words, like fists, would fracture jaws
I'd Love to be a Fairy's Bride
My finger can point to the moon, but my finger is not the moon. You don't have to become my finger, nor do you have to worship my finger. You have to forget my finger, and look at where it is pointing.
I cannot help but think in scenes and paint in memories
X. The Cloud of Eyes
Everyone out of the universe, quick!
Can Dialectics Break Bricks?
Emil Cioran
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