Words are but symbols for the relations of things to one another and to us; nowhere do they touch...
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Do you hear your own heart beat? – Master Po Ignorant armies clash by night –...
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From a small seed a mighty trunk may grow – Aeschylus And as imagination bodies forth...
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Look, it cannot be seen – it is beyond form. Listen, it cannot be heard – it is beyond...
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The child is innocence and forgetting, a new beginning, a game, a wheel rolling on its own, a prime...
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I’ve been for a walk (I’ve been for a walk) On a winter’s day (On a winter’s day) –...
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