has not been weirdperhaps you haven'thad a day,says the sage who mumbles into his beardthat there is either nothingor too much to say.
True. "I have at this moment so many fundamental thoughts, so many truly metaphysical things to say, that I suddenly get tired and decide not to write any more, not to think any more, but to allow the fever of speaking to make me sleepy, and with my eyes closed, like a cat, I play with everything I could have said."- Bernardo Soares
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