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Where Are We Really Going? Always Home.

The Art Of Writing Books Is Not Yet Invented. But It Is At The Point Of Being Invented. Fragments Of This Nature Are Literary Seeds. There May Be Many An Infertile Grain Among Them: Nevertheless, If Only Some Come Up!

Poetry Heals The Wounds Inflicted By Reason.

The Poem Of The Understanding Is Philosophy.

Man Is A Sun And His Senses Are The Planets.