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Why are we reading, if not in hope of beauty laid bare, life heightened and its deepest mystery probed?
—Annie Dillard
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In our soul everything
moves guided by a mysterious hand:
ununderstandable, not speaking,
we know nothing of our own souls.
The deepest words
of the wise men teach us
the same as the whistle of the wind when it blows,
or the sound of the water when it is flowing.—Antonio Machado
Robert Bly version
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For a day, just for one day,
Talk about that which disturbs no one
And bring some peace into your
Beautiful eyes.
—Hafiz
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