beckett-tears

September 9, 2024

The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.

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“The sword sang on the barren heath,
The sickle in the fruitful field;
The sword he sung a song of death,
But could not make the sickle yield.”

William Blake

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