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True Self Is The Part Of Us That Does Not Change When Circumstances Do.

Like A Frog, The Aphorist Waits For Something To Fly By That He Can Catch With His Tongue.

The Horizon Is More Than A Convention Of Landscape Painting, Less Than Truth.

The Extravagance Of Intellect Outstrips The Extravagance Of Desire.

Belief Forages, Moving From Pasture To Pasture.