I must believe that what is true for me is true for everyone, that we all are in the same condition - reduced to headless voids, to nothing, so that we may contain and become everything. That small, headed, solid-looking person I pass in the street - that one is the apparition which never stands up to close inspection, the heavily disguised one, the walking opposite and contradiction of the real one whose extent and content are infinite: and my respect for that person, as for every living thing, should be infinite too. His value and splendour cannot be overrated. Now I know exactly who he is
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