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domingo, 4 de agosto de 2013

I Follow Rivers - Lykke Li (Live on the Moon)


“…how it would be nice if, for every sea waiting for us, there would be a river, for us. And someone - a father, a lover, someone - able to take us by the hand and find that river - imagine it, invent it - and put us on its stream, with the lightness of one only word, goodbye. This, really, would be wonderful. It would be sweet, life, every life. And things wouldn’t hurt, but they would get near taken by stream, one could first shave and then touch them and only finally be touched. Be wounded, also. Die because of them. Doesn’t matter. But everything would be, finally, human. It would be enough someone’s fancy - a father, a lover, someone - could invent a way, here in the middle of the silence, in this land which don’t wanna talk. Clement way, and beautiful. A way from here to the sea.”

Alessandro Baricco, Ocean Sea 


“The greatest rivers always find their way to the ocean. Like a ship reaching out to its motherland.” ― Saleem Sharma 

“The river in front of her was black. She thought it contained many things.” ― Gisèle Prassinos 

“The river is everywhere.” ― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha 

“Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time?" That the river is everywhere at the same time, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the current, in the ocean and in the mountains, everywhere and that the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past nor the shadow of the future.” ― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha




Oh I beg you, can I follow
Oh I ask you why not always
Be the ocean we'll unravel
Be my only, be the water where I'm wading
You're my river running high, run deep, run wild

[Chorus]
I I follow, I follow you deep sea baby
I follow you
I I follow, I follow you, dark doom honey
I follow you

He's a message, I'm the runner
He's the rebel, I'm the daughter waiting for you
You're my river running high, run deep, run wild

[Chorus]
I I follow, I follow you deep sea baby
I follow you
I I follow, I follow you, dark doom honey
I follow you

You're my river running high, run deep, run wild
I, I follow, I follow you deep sea baby
I follow you
I, I follow, I follow you, dark doom honey
I follow you
I, I follow, I follow you deep sea baby
I follow you
I, I follow, I follow you, dark doom honey
I follow you

[Repeat till end]
I, I follow, I follow you deep sea baby
I follow you
I, I follow, I follow you, dark doom honey
I follow you


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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

Sun, Life, Future, Success


"We only have one future, and it will be made of our dreams, if we have the courage to challenge convention."

"Success can only be achieved through repeated failure and introspection."

"The value of life can be measured by how many times your soul has been deeply stirred." 

Soichiro Honda 


Sanzuniao (China), Samjokgo (Coreia), Yatagarasu (Japan)


sun - ri1. Sun (日 - rì)

The Sun symbolises the source of life, In the context of sovereignty, the Sun is the symbol of enlightenment and is sometimes depicted by the three legged bird (crow) on a red disc.

[The three-legged bird is a creature of various mythologies, it inhabits and represents the Sun.]

The sun's active principle is Yang. 


Daqui
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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

domingo, 28 de julho de 2013

Bright Star of Beauty


Dar graças ao Sol por estar vivo... apesar de "prisioneiro" na Terra.

SBSR 2013 - 20/7 - 00:08 - Kaiser Chiefs - Foto tirada por mim


                          BRIGHT Star of Beauty! on whose Eyelids sit
                          A thousand nymph-like and enamoured Graces,
                          The Goddesses of Memory and Wit,
                          Which there in order take their several places.
                          In whose dear Bosom, sweet delicious LOVE
                          Lays down his quiver, which he once did bear,
                          Since he that blessèd Paradise did prove;
                          And leaves his mother’s lap, to sport him there.
                            Let others strive to entertain with words!
                          My soul is of a braver mettle made:
                          I hold that vile, which vulgar Wit affords,
                          In me ’s that faith which Time cannot invade!
                            Let what I praise, be still made good by you!
                            Be you most worthy, whilst I am most true!



The Prisoner (TV Mini-Series 2009)


Há cerca de 5 horas, não resisti a ajoelhar virado para o Sol que iria ficar para trás enquanto a nossa Terra rodava sob si própria (não sei porque insistimos em dizer que o Sol se põe ou "desce" quando sabemos que é a Terra que roda...).

Recebi assim na face durante cerca 20 minutos os raios solares. De olhos fechados, senti o calor intenso da nossa estrela e apercebi-me que essa exposição solar me provocou uma sensação de fome e também me trouxe uma memória, a de fazer amor com uma namorada na praia deserta entre a Fonte da Telha e a Lagoa de Albufeira.

Se os cristãos ajoelham  perante a imagem de um homem crucificado que acreditam que está vivo algures no céu, se os muçulmanos ajoelham virados para Meca, porque não posso eu, ateu, ajoelhar virado para o astro que está científicamente provado ser o progenitor da vida na Terra e do próprio planeta?

Não é religião, é reverência.


"Si j'avais a avoir une religion, j'adorerais le soleil, car c'est lui qui féconde tout, c'est le vrai dieu de la terre." 

Napoleon Bonaparte




Foto daqui

 

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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

domingo, 14 de julho de 2013

Awake in the night of death



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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

domingo, 23 de junho de 2013

Sobre o PREC *


A pergunta [que todas as mulheres "sentem"]: que Homem [para preencher o Vazio]?

“Give me one man
from among ten thousand
if he is the best”

Heraclitus, Fragments

Claro que no final, e na maioria dos casos, cada uma tem apenas o que merece...
Afinal, o que é "o melhor"?


* PREC: Processo de Revolução Evolutiva em Curso

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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

segunda-feira, 17 de junho de 2013

Sobre os opostos



"All things come into being by conflict of opposites, and the sum of things (τὰ ὅλα ta hola, "the whole") flows like a stream."
 
"Opposition brings concord. Out of discord comes the fairest harmony."
 
"Couples are wholes and not wholes, what agrees disagrees, the concordant is discordant. From all things one and from one all things."
 
"When is death not within ourselves?... Living and dead are the same, and so are awake and asleep, young and old."

“What opposes unites, and the finest attunement stems from things bearing in opposite directions, and all things come about by strife.”

Heraclitus


"Our mind is capable of passing beyond the dividing line we have drawn for it. Beyond the pairs of opposites of which the world consists, other, new insights begin."

Hermann Hesse


"The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet."

Andy Warhol


Performance piece involving a nude couple standing still, flanking a doorway, by Marina Abramovic
Art Basel 2012
 
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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

domingo, 16 de junho de 2013

"Werde, der du bist!” (torna-te quem és!) Friedrich Nietzsche


Artwork by Kazunari Negishi

José Saramago
 
"O mundo está a mudar e eles sabem que devem procurar em si mesmos as pessoas novas em que irão tornar-se. Isso lhes basta."

José Saramago (sobre as personagens de 'Jangada de Pedra')



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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

segunda-feira, 10 de junho de 2013

I'm here, feel close, be strong!




"We should rid our ranks of all impotent thinking. All views that overestimate the strength of the enemy and underestimate the strength of the people are wrong."

Mao Zedong  "The Present Situation and Our Tasks" (December 25, 1947), Selected Works, Vol. IV, p. 173.


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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings
 

A Ordem da Revolução

 

Quem são os teus opressores, os teus abusadores pessoais? Aí está a tua primeira grande revolução. Não procures a tua revolução em clichés, tu conheces bem os(as) teus(tuas) "porcos(as) fascistas" de estimação: são da tua "tribo".
 
A revolução não nasce quando os mais fortes oprimem os mais fracos: a revolução torna-se Destino incontornável quando os oprimidos sentem, no mais íntimo do seu coração, que são melhores e mais fortes que os opressores. E aí são irreversivelmente impelidos pela Vontade de Evoluir para a conquista do poder, a que chamam liberdade.



"Once all struggle is grasped, miracles are possible." Mao Zedong

"Letting a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred schools of thought contend is the policy for promoting the progress of the arts and the sciences and a flourishing culture in our land." Mao Zedong



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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

Apple Tree oh Apple Tree, under you what can i see?



"It is remarkable how closely the history of the apple tree is connected with that of man."
 
Henry David Thoreau






 

 


"(...) No terreno, através da névoa rasa, viu com curiosidade infantil uma terra suja e seca, endurecida pela madrugada. O homem não antecipou nada: viu o que viu. Como se olhos não fossem feitos para concluir mas apenas para olhar.
 
Até que, mais um segundo dessa própria isenção, e também sua cabeça foi atingida com graça pela incompreensão do que ele via. E num engano de que certamente precisou, um engano tão certo quanto a queda certa de uma maçã, ele teve um sentimento de encontro: pareceu-lhe que no grande silêncio ele estava sendo saudado por um terreno da era terciária, quando o mundo com suas madrugadas nada tinha a ver com uma pessoa; e quando, o que uma pessoa poderia fazer, era olhar. O que ele fez.
 
É verdade que seus olhos custaram a entender aquela coisa que nada mais do que: acontecia. Que mal acontecia. Apenas acontecia. O homem estava “descortinando”.
 
O terreno fora provavelmente uma tentativa, por fim abandonada, de jardim ou horta. Percebiam-se restos de um trabalho e de uma vontade. Certamente haviam alguma vez tentado estabelecer ali ordem inteligível. Até que a natureza, antes expulsa pelo plano de ordem, voltara sorrateiramente e lá se instalara. Mas em seus próprios termos.
 
Porque, qualquer que tivesse sido a sua época de glória e viço, agora o terreno tinha o silêncio do que é entregue a si mesmo. Havia algumas pedras cinzentas e duras. Um pedaço de tronco deitado. Raízes expostas de uma árvore havia muito tempo cortada, pois nenhuma umidade porejava mais no corte oblíquo. Ervas cresciam verticais. Algumas haviam atingido uma altura que já as tornava sensíveis à brisa adstringente da aurora. Outras eram rasteiras e coladas ao chão, e deste não se arrancariam sem morte. Terra grossa se esfarelava junto de um formigueiro; era uma desordem tranquila.
 
O homem ficou olhando até que a vida que se instalara no terreno começou a acordar. Mosquitos brilhantes, como se transportassem para ali o primeiro carregamento de luz. O passarinho cauteloso entre folhas secas. De uma pedra para outra, se cruzaram ratos e ratas. Mas na irmanação do silêncio, como um fuso trabalhando, um movimento não se distinguia do outro. Essa foi a sossegada confusão onde Martim caíra. (...)"

Clarice Lispector in "A Maçã no Escuro"

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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

The Tree of Life


"The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself."
 
"A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees."
 
William Blake

"All theory, dear friend, is gray, but the golden tree of life springs ever green."
 
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

"Never say there is nothing beautiful in the world anymore. There is always something to make you wonder in the shape of a tree, the trembling of a leaf."
 
Albert Schweitzer

"Great talents are the most lovely and often the most dangerous fruits on the tree of humanity. They hang upon the most slender twigs that are easily snapped off."
 
Carl Jung  
 
 
The Tree of Life - Gustav Klimt

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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

segunda-feira, 3 de junho de 2013

I am putting The Bright Star of Beauty's dawn on Empty Space



"Le cri : audace! est un Fiat Lux. Il faut, pour la marche en avant du genre humain, qu'il y ait sur les sommets en permanence de fières leçons de courage. Les témérités éblouissent l'histoire et sont une des grandes clartés de l'homme. L'aurore ose quand elle se lève. Tenter, braver, persister, persévérer, s'être fidèle à soi-même, prendre corps à corps le destin."

Victor Hugo, Les Misérables,t. 1, 1862, p. 707.



"Aurora era a deusa romana do amanhecer, equivalente à grega Eos. Aurora é a palavra latina para amanhecer. Aurora renovava-se todas as manhãs ao amanhecer e voava pelos céus anunciando a chegada da manhã."



E o que é esse conceito de "The Bright Star of Beauty", perguntais? 
Não sei... ninguém sabe... mas talvez uma Inspiração, uma Vontade, um Destino? É que a palavra "Destino" tanto significa "objetivo final" como "caminho que não podia ser feito de outra forma". Talvez seja isso, um "Destino". Ou uma casa. Ou uma rua.

Sou a Tua Casa 

"Sou a tua casa, a tua rua, a tua segurança, o teu destino. Sou a maçã que comes e a roupa que vestes. Sou o degrau por onde sobes, o copo por onde bebes, o teu riso e o teu choro, o teu frio e a tua lareira. O pedinte que ajudas, o asilo que te quer acolher. Sou o teu pensamento, a tua recordação, a tua vontade. E também o artesão que para ti trabalha, o medo que te perturba e o cão que te guia quando entras pela noite. Sou o sítio onde descansas, a árvore que te dá sombra, o vento que contigo se comove. Sou o teu corpo, o teu espírito, o teu brilho, a tua dúvida. Sou a tua mãe, o teu amante, o marfim dos teus dentes. E sou, na luz do outono, o teu olhar. Sou a tua parteira e a tua lápide. Os teus vinte anos. O coração sepultado em ti. Sou as tuas asas, a tua liberdade, e tudo o que se move no teu interior. Sou a tua ressaca, o teu transtorno, o relógio que mede o tempo que te resta. Sou a tua memória, a memória da tua memória, o teu orgulho, a fecundação das tuas entranhas, a absolvição dos teus pecados. O teu amuleto e a tua humildade. Sou a tua cobardia, a tua coragem, a força com que amas. Sou os teus óculos e a tua leitura. A tua música preferida, a tua cor preferida, o teu poema preferido. Sou o que significas para mim, a ternura que desagua nos teus dedos, o tamanho das tuas pupilas antes e depois de fazer amor. Sou o que sou em ti e o que não podes ser em mim. Sou uma só coisa. E duas coisas diferentes."

Joaquim Pessoa, in 'Ano Comum'




Escultura de Rui Chafes

Revista Pública: "O objecto, a forma, interessa-lhe enquanto veículo de uma ideia. Entre as esferas, cones ou cilindros há as formas que nos remetem para casulos, para máscaras, sapatos e casacos que denunciam uma ausência. Parecem ter servido de abrigo a um corpo que se evadiu. Dir-se-ia que há uma representação dessa ausência, do vazio. Será assim?"

Rui Chafes: "Isso tem a ver com o medo e com o abismo. Os casacos que eu fiz, em 89, tinham o título "Vertigem". Quando uma pessoa se debruça para dentro o abismo é tão profundo que se sente uma vertigem. Era esse o ponto de partida. É uma ideia muito romântica, a ideia da perda da sombra, da perda da materialidade e da perda da existência no mundo. Mas a ausência de um corpo é uma metáfora violenta de tudo aquilo que nos interessa. A nossa vida é feita de encontros e despedidas. Os momentos mais importantes são quando conhecemos alguém ou quando nos despedimos de alguém, quando um bebé nasce ou quando uma pessoa morre. E desse encontro ou despedida ficará sempre uma cicatriz, uma marca da separação e uma marca da morte. E é preciso extrair beleza dessa marca. " 

Excerto de uma entrevista a Rui Chafes publicada em 2007 na Pública.


Makeup on Empty Space
By Anne Waldman



I am putting makeup on empty space
all patinas convening on empty space
rouge blushing on empty space
I am putting makeup on empty space
pasting eyelashes on empty space
painting the eyebrows of empty space
piling creams on empty space
painting the phenomenal world
I am hanging ornaments on empty space
gold clips, lacquer combs, plastic hairpins on empty space   
I am sticking wire pins into empty space
I pour words over empty space, enthrall the empty space   
packing, stuffing jamming empty space
spinning necklaces around empty space
Fancy this, imagine this: painting the phenomenal world   
bangles on wrists
pendants hung on empty space
I am putting my memory into empty space
undressing you
hanging the wrinkled clothes on a nail
hanging the green coat on a nail
dancing in the evening it ended with dancing in the evening   
I am still thinking about putting makeup on empty space   
I want to scare you: the hanging night, the drifting night,
the moaning night, daughter of troubled sleep I want to scare you   
you
I bind as far as cold day goes
I bind the power of 20 husky men
I bind the seductive colorful women, all of them   
I bind the massive rock
I bind the hanging night, the drifting night, the   
moaning night, daughter of troubled sleep
I am binding my debts, I magnetize the phone bill   
bind the root of my pointed tongue
I cup my hands in water, splash water on empty space   
water drunk by empty space
Look what thoughts will do   Look what words will do   
from nothing to the face
from nothing to the root of the tongue
from nothing to speaking of empty space   
I bind the ash tree
I bind the yew
I bind the willow
I bind uranium
I bind the uneconomical unrenewable energy of uranium   
dash uranium to empty space
I bind the color red I seduce the color red to empty space   
I put the sunset in empty space
I take the blue of his eyes and make an offering to empty space   
renewable blue
I take the green of everything coming to life, it grows &   
climbs into empty space
I put the white of the snow at the foot of empty space   
I clasp the yellow of the cat's eyes sitting in the   
black space I clasp them to my heart, empty space
I want the brown of this floor to rise up into empty space   
Take the floor apart to find the brown,
bind it up again under spell of empty space
I want to take this old wall apart I am rich in my mind thinking   
of this, I am thinking of putting makeup on empty space   
Everything crumbles around empty space
the thin dry weed crumbles, the milkweed is blown into empty space   
I bind the stars reflected in your eye
from nothing to these typing fingers
from nothing to the legs of the elk
from nothing to the neck of the deer
from nothing to porcelain teeth
from nothing to the fine stand of pine in the forest   
I kept it going when I put the water on
when I let the water run
sweeping together in empty space
There is a better way to say empty space
Turn yourself inside out and you might disappear   
you have a new definition in empty space
What I like about impermanence is the clash   
of my big body with empty space
I am putting the floor back together again   
I am rebuilding the wall
I am slapping mortar on bricks
I am fastening the machine together with delicate wire
There is no eternal thread, maybe there is thread of pure gold
I am starting to sing inside about the empty space
there is some new detail every time
I am taping the picture I love so well on the wall:
moonless black night beyond country-plaid curtains
everything illuminated out of empty space
I hang the black linen dress on my body
the hanging night, the drifting night, the moaning night
daughter of troubled sleep
This occurs to me
I hang up a mirror to catch stars, everything occurs to me out in the   
night in my skull of empty space
I go outside in starry ice
I build up the house again in memory of empty space
This occurs to me about empty space   
that it is nevered to be mentioned again   
Fancy this
imagine this
painting the phenomenal world
there's talk of dressing the body with strange adornments
to remind you of a vow to empty space
there's talk of the discourse in your mind like a silkworm
I wish to venture into a not-chiseled place
I pour sand on the ground
Objects and vehicles emerge from the fog
the canyon is dangerous tonight   
suddenly there are warning lights
The patrol is helpful in the manner of guiding
there is talk of slowing down   
there is talk of a feminine deity   
I bind her with a briar
I bind with the tooth of a tiger   
I bind with my quartz crystal   
I magnetize the worlds
I cover myself with jewels
I drink amrita
there is some new detail
there is a spangle on her shoe   
there is a stud on her boot
the tires are studded for the difficult climb
I put my hands to my face
I am putting makeup on empty space
I wanted to scare you with the night that scared me
the drifting night, the moaning night
Someone was always intruding to make you forget empty space   
you put it all on
you paint your nails
you put on scarves
all the time adorning empty space
Whatever-your-name-is I tell you “empty space”
with your fictions with dancing come around to it
with your funny way of singing come around to it
with your smiling come to it
with your enormous retinue & accumulation come around to it   
with your extras come round to it
with your good fortune, with your lazy fortune come round to it   
when you look most like a bird, that is the time to come around to it   
when you are cheating, come to it
when you are in your anguished head
when you are not sensible
when you are insisting on the
praise from many tongues
It begins with the root of the tongue
it begins with the root of the heart
there is a spinal cord of wind
singing & moaning in empty space


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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

domingo, 2 de junho de 2013

E ao sexto dia o Homem criou deus e depois descansou (ou foi ao contrário? Baralhei-me?)


"E criou Deus o homem à sua imagem: à imagem de Deus o criou; homem e mulher os criou."
Gênesis 1:27

"E viu Deus tudo quanto tinha feito, e eis que era muito bom; e foi a tarde e a manhã, o dia sexto."

Gênesis 1:31


Photo by Diane Arbus - New Jersey 1963


"The thing thtat's important is that you never know, you're always sort of feeling your way"

Diane Arbus



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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

It's always the same: the sun of knowledge against the stranglers of human evolution


"Is all your knowledge to go so utterly for nothing unless other people know that you possess it?"

Aulus Persius Flaccus


Claro que não, Aulus. I know i possess it. Por isso não preciso de comentar na televisão ou ter um blogue muito frequentado.

The motto "Fiat lux" on the Sather Gate at the University of California, Berkeley




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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

Audace!


"Le cri : audace! est un Fiat Lux. Il faut, pour la marche en avant du genre humain, qu'il y ait sur les sommets en permanence de fières leçons de courage. Les témérités éblouissent l'histoire et sont une des grandes clartés de l'homme. L'aurore ose quand elle se lève. Tenter, braver, persister, persévérer, s'être fidèle à soi-même, prendre corps à corps le destin."

Victor Hugo, Les Misérables,t. 1, 1862, p. 707.

"There was emptiness more profound than the void between the stars, for which there was no here and there and before and after, and yet out of that void the entire plenum of existence sprang forth."

Heinz R Pagels




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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings