Our body exchanges atoms with the environment with every breath, every touch, every meal. The proteins in our entire body are renewed at least once a year on average. Pretty much nothing in our body is the same as it was a year ago, safe perhaps the pattern, the shape. Our psyche has also changed.…
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There is something in the act of writing. A something one hopes to reach, yet it is already here, floating in front of me. A something in opposition to a nothingness. A writer’s longing. A sphere of whitish smoke in front of my eyes. It is not enough for me to contemplate it, I need…
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I try to remember that I must forget myself, that I, the ego, am only a thought, a perceived object floating in a conscience. That I was but am no more. So, it is true that I have no soul, after all… That everything is perceived in conscience, and I am an object in the…
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The Introverted Tree 