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But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!

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I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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But I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.
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I gave up before birth.
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Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.
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All has not been said and never will be.
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If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
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To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
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Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.
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Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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