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We do not pass through the same door twice Or return to the door through which we did not pass.

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
For I have known them all already, known them all—Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
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Evening Life Morning Myself
For you know only a heap of broken images
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Break Photograph Yourself
Books. Cats. Life is good.
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Book Goodness Life
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us and we drown.
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Deep Dream Fantasy Girl Human Sea Voice Wake Up
You are the music while the music lasts.
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Last Music Yourself
In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
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Decision Time
We do not pass through the same door twice Or return to the door through which we did not pass.
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Philosophy Place Travel
Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
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Body Lover Need Talk Thinking True Love
Whatever you think, be sure it is what you think; whatever you want, be sure that is what you want; whatever you feel, be sure that is what you feel.
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Be Yourself Feeling Self Love Thinking
I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.
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Life Myself
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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Fear Myself Yourself
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
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.
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Change Language Voice Word
Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it
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Acceptance Past
This love is silent.
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Love One Liner Silence

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