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“perhaps this garden exists only in the shadowof our loweredeyelids and u have never stopped frm raising dust on the fields of battle, and I frm bargaining for sacks of pepper in far bazaars. But eachtime we halfclose our eyes in the midst of the din and the throng we’re allowed to withdraw here dressed in silk kimonos to ponder what we are seeing and living to draw conclusions to contemplate frm the distance.”

Another one like sidartba about great ebb and flow on the biggest most human scale but also feels deeply intimate and personal each repitition

“ your cities do not exist. Perhaps they’ve never existed and assure they will never exist again. Why do you amuse yourself with consolatory fables? I know well that my empire is rotting like a corpse in a swamp who’s contagion infects the crows that peck it as well as the bamboo that grows fertilized by its humors. Why do you not speak to me of this?”