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When we look up at the night sky, we can’t help but project our own ideas, concepts, fantasies, and conceits onto it.
the self is dependent on who we surround ourselves with, reflecting the multiplicity and fluidity of identity and authorship
– unknown
For humans are merely one form among many, which the world produces over and over again, not only in everything that lives but also in everything that does not live, drawn in sand, stone, and water. And death, which I have always regarded as the greatest dimension of life, dark, compelling, was no more than a pipe that springs a leak, a branch that cracks in the wind, a jacket that slips off a clothes hanger and falls to the floor.
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