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Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity

T. S. Eliot

Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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Deep Knowledge Lost Wisdom
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
If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
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Knowledge Yourself
Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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Knowledge Life Live Lost Wisdom
Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.
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Evil Goodness Intention People World
What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
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Beginning Deep End Philosophy Start
This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy.
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Joy Moments Oneself Pain
In my end is my beginning.
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Beginning End Myself
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
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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Myself Photograph Suffering
This is the way the world ends not with a bang but a whimper.
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End Theory World
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
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Myself Pieces Ruin
music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.
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Deep Last Music
There’s no vocabulary For love within a family, love that’s lived in But not looked at, love within the light of which All else is seen, the love within which All other love finds speech. This love is silent.
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Deep Family Light Love See Silence Talk
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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Ink Literature Poet Purpose
Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it
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Acceptance Past

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