But what does it matter what reality is outside myself, so long as it has helped me to live, to feel that I am, and what I am?
“Mistress mine, in what far land, Where the myrtle bloweth sweet Shall I weary with my way-fare, Win to thee that art as day fair, Lay my roses at thy feet?”
Ezra Pound | “Era Mea”
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