When a man in a forest thinks he is going forward in a straight line, in reality he is going in a circle, I did my best to go in a circle, hoping to go in a straight line.

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Perhaps that's what I feel, an outside and an inside and me in the middle, perhaps that's what I am, the thing that divides the world in two, on the one side the outside, on the other the inside, that can be as thin as foil, I'm neither one side nor the other, I'm in the middle, I'm the partition, I've two surfaces and no thickness, perhaps that's what I feel, myself vibrating, I'm the tympanum, on the one hand the mind, on the other the world, I don't belong to either.

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With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.

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The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.

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The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.

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Words are the clothes thoughts wear.

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My mistakes are my life.

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Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.

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The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust

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The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.

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