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Court of Leaves
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The Red Queen's gate.
The Red Queen's gate.

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atlas shrugs as ayn rand dreams...
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foliage
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caravaggio -> goya -> court of leaves -> wandering in the sleep of reason
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piamempits and the fox
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cul or ful
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"Everything happens in madness because there is no
distance. An idea goes along with you down one single
path. No panorama. No diversion. No third person.
No comparison. No stop. This, so necessary for judgement."
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lately darkness runs with tse hard stuck deep within
a recess
itching nagging pointing he is to some thing close but
beyond for sure the periphery

every thing is strewn about soon to be gone out far out of
grasp shorn of consequence flotsom-like no more mattering
seeing only now the useless futility from the start

finally am reminded so as to impress that "words move, music
moves…[while] that which is living can only die."
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"Wind is believed by the Dine to be present within a person from the very moment of conception, when two Winds, one from the bodily fluids of the father and one from those of the mother, form a single wind within the embryo. It is the motion of this Wind that produces the movement and growth of the developing fetus. When the baby is born, the Navajo say that the Wind within it 'unfolds him,' and it is then, when the infant commences breathing that another, surrounding Wind enters into the child. Other Winds will enter at later moments in the development of the child and the child is believed to be continually subject to the influence of Winds existing around him."
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"I am the daughter of Fortitude and ravished every hour from my youth…For behold, I am understanding, and Science dwelleth with me, they covet and desire me with infinite appetite; few or none that are earthly have embraced me, for I am shadowed with the Circle of the Stone and covered with the morning Clouds. My feet are swifter than the winds and my hands are sweeter than the dew. My garments are from the beginning and my dwelling place is in myself. The Lion knoweth not where I walk, neither do the beasts of the field understand me. I am deflowered yet a virgin…"
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