Life has but one true charm: the charm of the game. But what if we’re indifferent to whether we win or lose?
“What hast thou, O my soul, with paradise? Will we not rather, when our freedom’s won, Get us to some clear place wherein the sun Lets drift in on us through the olive leaves A liquid glory?”
Ezra Pound | “Blandula, Tenulla, Vagula”
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