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"What is pronounced strengthens itself.
What is not pronounced tends to nonexistence.
The tongue is sold out to the sense of touch.
Our human kind persists by warmth and softness:
my little rabbit, my little bear..."

"I liked him as he did not look for an ideal object,
When he heard: 'Only the object which does not exist
is perfect and pure,' he blushed and turned away.

In every pocket he carried pencils, pads of paper
Together with crumbs of bread, the accidents of life."

"I liked him as he did not look for an ideal object,
When he heard: 'Only the object which does not exist
is perfect and pure,' he blushed and turned away.

In every pocket he carried pencils, pads of paper
Together with crumbs of bread, the accidents of life."

"'You, in whom cause and effect are joined,
Drew us from the depth as you draw a wave
For one instant of limitless transformation.'"