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314
It’s a Sunday afternoon you could be, and apparently should be doing something outside and more agreeable and instead the day is carrying on without your involvement this time because it’s been too many since you’ve been able to open your book. You’ve been busy. All week in fact and probably actually for longer than […]
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294: An imperfect system
Can it not be said, that only he can meet calm and relief who is storm-worn and standing and who has not stumbled thus his respiring? Who has allowed his balance to find him by at last keeping still though else nothing is, and having flung to the gusts for the valley below his charge […]
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277
Temperance and simplicity, is the success of Nature. Observe her technique, whereof thou art relation. Adopt Her manner, and all will soon untie, widen, and illuminate before thee.
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149: At least a sense of being
The speck that is your life, soon enough will disappear. And you must laugh at this, now. It’s only perfect. Right into the glaring vacancy of space thrust your unoffended frailty. Whole and from the lovingly riotous kernel of your infinitesimal being. And broiling your chemistry to the plenitude of amusement, burst open to the […]
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115: Gone
Abaft a brooding climb, finally we mount the firmament, which suspends our dot with an affable keep and steadies our careen down the Tasman, settling ahead the finest conditions for flight have I ever encountered. The ocean and upper-wide parapet are an indivisible frontier of immaculate cobalt, that, were it not for one vivid and […]
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65
What thou hidest thou art, and this cannot long be hidden.
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60
Consider you had within your effect, the power to upturn all your miserly fortunes and restore to balance a former calm long unremembered; so rare and suffuse, would a king wanting quit his throne, and vacate an empire to spend his life a pauper in the hills content as ever was any being on this […]