Over days and weeks one is wound his brains in vain , I could not, if asked why, if you keep writing habit, or desire for prestige, or because it has learned something else, or wonder at life, love of truth, out of desperation or anger, nor would be able to tell whether by deed one becomes more intelligent or more crazy. Perhaps each of us to lose perspective on the extent to which continues to build its own work, and perhaps for this reason we tend to confuse the growing complexity of our spiritual building a step forward in knowledge, while at the same time , and we suspect that we'll never be able to understand the unexpected will certainly determine our race.
In: Rings of Saturn
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