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I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.

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Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
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Humanity Reality
Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.
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Garden Memories Rose
Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it
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Acceptance Past
We had the experience but missed the meaning. And approach to the meaning restores the experience in a different form.
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Deep Different Experience Missing
We don’t actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace.
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Absence Death Fade Fear Ourselves
An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
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Election Fake Live Peace Politics
The last act is the greatest treason. To do the right deed for the wrong reason.
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Act Greatness Reason Right Wrong
We must not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we began and to know the place for the first time.
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Exploration Place Time Travel
Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.
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Decision Time Vision Yourself
Distracted from distraction by distraction
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Distraction One Liner Philosophy
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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Ink Literature Poet Purpose
Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.
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Beyond Escape Experience
Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity
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Creation Mental
What is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.
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Alone Escape Hell Oneself Philosophy Spiritual
Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.
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Deep Love
So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore.
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Body Myself Talk Thinking Word

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