Fragment 13

The Sun shone down and was fierce in its hope and replenishment, but it could never give me something to forget as everything was seared with a paradox of light that only the mystic or the intoxicated lover can understand.

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Fragment 14

It seems to me a maxim written on the canvas of days:

all art, all literature, all religion moves to show that human beings cannot utter the essence of things.

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