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The past of the soul is so distant! The soul does not live on the edge of time. It finds its rest in the universe imagined by reverie.

Gaston Bachelard

When we are children, people show us so many things that we lose the profound sense of seeing… And just how could adults show us the world they have lost! They know; they think they know; they say they know.
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Adult Children Lost See Thinking World
A house that has been experienced is not an inert box. Inhabited space transcends geometrical space.
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Experience Home Science Space
Daydream transports the dreamer outside the immediate world to a world that bears the mark of infinity.
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Dreamer Infinity Transportation World
Our whole childhood remains to be reimagined. In reimagining it, we have the possibility of recovering it in the very life of our reveries as a solitary child.
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Childhood Children Cover Imagination Ourselves Possible Solitary
Any comparison diminishes the expressive qualities of the terms of the comparison.
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Comparison Diminish Quality Term
The characteristic of scientific progress is our knowing that we did not know.
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Character Known Ourselves Progress
Even a minor event in the life of a child is an event of that child’s world and thus a world event.
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Children Event Life World
To verify images kills them, and it is always more enriching to imagine than to experience.
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Experience Image Imagination Kill
Ideas are invented only as correctives to the past. Through repeated rectification of this kind one may hope to disengage an idea that is valid.
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Corrective Hope Ideas Invention Repeat
The spoken reverie of substances calls matter to birth, to life, to spirituality.
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Born Call Life Spirituality Substance
It is better to live in a state of impermanence than in one of finality.
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Better Final Live Oneself State
A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.
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Blank Dreams Empty Ourselves Page Right Word
By listening to certain words as a child listens to the sea in a seashell, a word dreamer hears the murmur of a world of dreams.
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Children Dreamer Listening Sea Word World
Every corner in a house, every angle in a room, every inch of secluded space in which we like to hide, or withdraw into ourselves, is a symbol of solitude for the imagination; that is to say, it is the germ of a room, or of a house.
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Home Imagination Ourselves Room Space Symbol
So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us.
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Childhood Fire Flare Forgot Ourselves
The reveries of two solitary souls prepare the sweetness of loving.
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Love Preparation Soul Sweet

The past of the soul is so distant! The soul does not live on the edge of time. It finds its rest in the universe imagined by reverie.

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