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No one ever expects poetry to sell…

Alan Lightman

It is a world in which every word spoken speaks just to that moment, every glance given has only one meaning, each touch has no past or no future, each kiss is a kiss of immediacy.
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Every Just Moment Speak Spoken Word World
Sadness is no more than a bit of acid transfixed in the cerebellum.
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Acid Bit Cerebellum More Sadness Transfix
Like the air we breathe or like the passage of time, is central to our existence as intelligent beings.
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Air Begin Breathe Central Existence Intelligent Like Passage Time
A world in which time is absolute is a world of consolation. For while the movements of people are unpredictable, the movement of time is predictable.
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Absolute Consolation Time World
The tragedy of this world is that no one is happy, whether stuck in atime of pain or of joy.
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Happy Joy No One Pain Stuck Time Tragedy World
In our constant search for meaning in this baffling and temporary existence, trapped as we are within our three pounds of neurons,
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Baffle Constant Existence Mean Neuron Proud Search Temporary Three Trap
We have become disembodied. By being always somewhere else we are nowhere.
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Always Become Disembodied Nowhere Somewhere
The belief or disbelief in such a Being is therefore a matter of faith.
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Being Belief Disbelief Faith Matter
But what is the past? Could it be, the firmness of the past is just illusion? Could the past be a kaleidoscope, a pattern of images that shift with each disturbance of a sudden breeze, a laugh, a thought? And if the shift is everywhere, how would we know?
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Breeze Disturbance Firmness Illusion Image Kaleidoscope Past Pattern Sudden
I go to live in Maine for the summer. Without computer, and without the telephone service we are mercifully without the faxes and e-mails.
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Computer E-mail Live Merciful Service Summer Talk Telephone
Children grow rapidly, forget the centuries-long embrace from their parents, which to them lasted but seconds. Children become adults, live far from their parents, live their own houses, learn ways of their own, suffer pain, grow old.
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Century Children Embrace Forget Grow Last Parent Rapidly Second
Thoughts are no more than electrical surges in the brain.
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Brain Electrical More Surge
Except for a God who sits down after the universe begins, all other gods conflict with the assumptions of science.
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Aftre Begin Down Ecept Gof Sit Universe
One cannot walk down an avenue, converse with a friend, enter a building, browse beneath the sandstone arches of an old arcade without meeting an instrument of time.
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Arcade Instrument Arch Avenue Beneath Browse Build Converse Down Enter Friend Sandstone Time
Each person who gets stuck in time gets stuck alone.
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Alone Each Get Person Stuck Time
So many little lives, amounting to nothing. I ask you: What is infinity multiplied by zero? It is hardly worth our discussion.
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Amount Little Live Many Nothing So

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