On the Paradoxical Agony and Bliss of Our Essential Nature
The Agonising Peace of My True Nature A rumbling pain of fearful hopelessness, lies like a knitting ball in my belly, ringing with the...
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"And as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name."
- William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
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