I loafe and invite my Soul; I lean and loafe at my ease, observing a spear of summer grass is from Walt Whitman's extraordinary Leaves Of Grass. Uncle Walt knew this well: A lot can come from letting go and really seeing.
What connection can there have been between many people in the innumerable histories of this world, who, from opposite sides of great gulfs, have, nevertheless, been very curiously brought together! Charles Dickens (in Bleak House )
Photo by Rupert Britton on Unsplash When all's said and done, the idea of the uniqueness of the individual is nothing more than pompous absurdity. We remember our lives, Schopenhauer wrote somewhere, a little better than a novel we once read. Michel Houellebecq (in Platform )
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