Nothing passes the time, or shortens the path, like a thought which engrosses all the faculties of an individual’s organization. Our external existence is as a sleep, of which this thought is the dream; and, whilst we are subjected to its influence, time has no longer any measure, nor is there any distance in space: we leave one place, and arrive at another, and are conscious of nothing between.
— Oct 28, 2024 03:05PM
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