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Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart.

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Why make dirty what is beautiful, spoil what is perfect? Love.
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Beautiful Beauty Dirty
I did not count the days or the weeks or the months. Time is an illusion that only makes us pant. I survived because I forgot even the very notion of time.
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Illusion Months Week
Survival starts by paying attention to what is close at hand and immediate. To look out with idle hope is tantamount to dreaming one’s life away.
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Dream Hands Survival
Artists invent things as a way of telling the truth.
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Artist Telling Truth Way
You bring joy and pain in equal measure. Joy because you are with me, but pain because it wont be for long.
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Joy Long Measure Pain
He’s a shy man. Life has taught him not to show off what is most precious to him.
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Men Shy Taught
Even when God seemed to have abandoned me, he was watching. Even when he seemed indifferent to my suffering, he was watching. And when I was beyond all hope of saving, he gave me rest. Then he gave me a sign to continue my journey.
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Journey Saving Suffering
My suffering left me sad and gloomy.
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Gloomy Left Suffering
I wept like a child. It was not because I was overcome at having survived my ordeal, though I was. Nor was it the presence of my brothers and sisters, though that too was very moving.
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Brother Children Moving Presence
To lose your father is to lose the one whose guidance and help you seek, who supports you like a tree trunk supports its branches. To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you. It is like losing–I’m sorry, I would rather not go on.
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Father Guidance Lose Supports
My gratitude to him is as boundless as the Pacific ocean.
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Grateful Gratitude Ocean
Life on a lifeboat isn’t much of a life.
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Life Lifeboat
My life is like a memento mori painting from European art: there is always a grinning skull at my side to remind me of the folly of human ambition.
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Ambition Art Skulls
I spent more hours than I can count a quiet witness to the highly mannered, manifold expressions of life that grace our planet. It is something so bright, loud, weird and delicate as to stupefy the senses.
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Earth Expression Grace
You might think I lost all hope at that point. I did. And as a result I perked up and felt much better.
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Hope might Thinking
science can only take you so far and then you have to leap
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Far Leap Science

Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart.

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Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart.

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