It is living and ceasing to live
that are imaginary solutions.
Existence is elsewhere.
“When first I saw thee ‘neath the silver mist, Ruling thy bark of painted sandal-wood, Did any know thee? By the golden sails That clasped the ribbands of that azure sea, Did any know thee save my heart alone?”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: The Vision”
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