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Our conversations imitate those that the stubborn crystals, molecules, clouds, rock faces and rivers incessantly entertain between themselves.
We live as slices of the world [parts du monde].
—Michel Serres
Temps, usure: feux et signaux de brume
Time, wear and tear: lights and fog signals
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I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.
The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me that I can no longer call myself a man, a woman, an angel, or even a pure Soul.
Love has befriended me so completely it has turned to ash and freed me of every concept and image my mind has ever known.
—Hafez
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