anonymous-poet

January 30, 2025

Pride is his pity, artifice his praise
A mask his virtue, and his fame a blaze;
Insult his charity, his friendship fear,
And nothing but his vanity, sincere.

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Thought:

“Efforts on the part of the conscious ‘I’ defeat their own object. It is when you stop trying to see that seeing comes to you.”

Aldous Huxley | The Art of Seeing

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