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You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.
Maybe I should turn in silence
Tell myself I didn’t care
Curse the thought of your existence
Loving every flaxon hair
Flesh cries out, ‘Don’t move don’t leave me’
Conscience runs till out of breath
Sunrise pregnant with your leaving
Creeping in like certain death
John Hartford

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You read something which you thought only happened to you, and you discover that it happened 100 years ago to Dostoyevsky. This is a very great liberation for the suffering, struggling person, who always thinks that he is alone. This is why art is important. Art would not be important if life were not important, and life is important.

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Sooner or later mankind must come to one universal peace, unless our race is to be destroyed by the increasing power of its own destructive inventions.
Above all, nobody, no body, no body proper has ever touched - with a hand or through skin contact - something as abstract as a limit. Inversely, however, and that is the destiny of this figurality, all one ever does touch is a limit. To touch is to touch a limit, a surface, a border, an outline.