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I was not prepared: sunset, end of summer. Demonstrations of time as a continuum, as something coming to an end, not a suspension: the senses wouldn’t protect me. I caution you as I was never cautioned: you will never let go, you will never be satiated. You will be damaged and scarred, you will continue to hunger. Your body will age, you will continue to need. You will want the earth, then more of the earth— Sublime, indifferent, it is present, it will not respond. It is encompassing, it will not minister. Meaning, it will feed you, it will ravish you, it will not keep you alive.Unknown
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Desire, loneliness, wind in the flowering almond–surely these are the great, the inexhaustible subjectsto which my predecessors apprenticed themselves. I hear them echo in my own heart, disguised as convention.Unknown
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Balm of the summer night, balm of the ordinary, imperial joy and sorrow of human existence, the dreamed as well as the lived–what could be dearer than this, given the closeness of death?Unknown