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I am not sure of anything, I know nothing. Can you imagine that I don’t even know the date of my own death?

Jorge Luis Borges

Beyond my anxiety, beyond this writing, the universe waits, inexhaustible, inviting.
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Anxiety Beyond Inspirational Invitation Myself Universe
A man sets himself the task of portraying the world. Shortly before he dies he discovers that this patient labyrinth of lines is a drawing of his own face.
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Drawing Face Man Portray
Time is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
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Consume Fire Myself Time
Art is endless like a river flowing, passing, yet remaining.
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Art Creativity End River
Creativity is suspended between memory and forgetting.
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Creativity Forget Memories
I would rather like to think of God as being a kind of adventurer – even as Wells thought about him – or perhaps as something within us making for some unknown purpose.
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God Kind Myself Purpose Thinking Unknown
To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.
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Creation Fall Fall In Love God Religion
So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
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Decoration Flower Garden Plant Self Love Soul Yourself
Let others pride themselves about how many pages they have written; I’d rather boast about the ones I’ve read.
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Oneself Page Pride Reading Writing
The word happiness exists in every language; it is plausible the thing itself exists.
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Existence Happiness Word
My books standing there on the shelf do not know that I have written them.
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Book Known Stand Writing
Another school declares that all time has already transpired and that our life is only the crepuscular and no doubt falsified and mutilated memory or reflection of an irrecoverable process.
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Doubt Fake Memories Process Reflection School
I think that the reader should enrich what he is reading. He should misunderstand the text; he should change it into something else.
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Himself Misunderstanding Reading Thinking
There is an hour of the afternoon when the plain is on the verge of saying something. It never says, or perhaps it says it infinitely, or perhaps we do not understand it, or we understand it and it is untranslatable as music.
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Music Time Translation Understand
The future is inevitable and precise, but it may not occur. God lurks in the gaps.
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Future God Occur Weapon
Nothing is built on stone; all is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone.
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Build Philosophy Stone

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