Because there is no real original in this world but one’s life.
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Because there is no real original in this world but one’s life.
“I even I, am he who knoweth the roads
Through the sky, and the wind thereof is my body.
I have beheld the Lady of Life,
I, even I, who fly with the swallows.
Green and gray is her raiment,
Trailing along the wind.
I, even I, am he who knoweth the roads
Through the sky, and the wind thereof is my body.”
Ezra Pound | “De Aegypto”