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How I wept and shrieked, Empedocles has written, when I was born into this world, my grave. It was his opinion that he had been a boy already,a girl,a plant in the woods, an eagle hunting in the mountains, and had spent, in the ocean, the glancing life of a fish. All the elements, he says, were united in rejecting him. The air had chased him to the sea, and the sea had spat him out on the earth's edge,.....
— Jan 09, 2015 03:29AM
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Megha
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If I enumerated all the contents of my soul, he thought; if I made a thorough list of them; if I overlooked nothing; if I counted twice; if I wrote each down carefully with a spit-wet pencil end like Luther's accomplished clerk; would I find an item I could say belonged to me, made me, formed my core and heart?
— Jan 12, 2015 02:31AM
Megha
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Trees, hills, river ...yet life was monotonously flat, straight ... plankish ... with a dreadful sameness eveywhere like dust. .. a climate without any real extremes, deprived of virtue even in its mean .. though there were trees, the sloping fields, the river, still life was hard, level ... wooden ... inevitable ... and moments ran on mindlessly like driven cattle, ...
— Jan 05, 2015 09:40PM
Megha
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Your eyes were open.People looked into them but they didn't think you saw. They were less than a mirror,no more than a painting of eyes.The sickness was nothing. Many times he had struggled to say that he could hear.Being stretched to pieces was nothing.Many times he'd tries to shout I can see,I can see you-hissing instead.Fighting for breath was nothing.Burning was nothing.Locked in a shrinking boot of flesh....
— Dec 30, 2014 08:34PM
Megha
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Or did he move so easily, because, despite his size, he wasn't fat inside; he hadn't packed the past around his bones, or put his soul in suet.
— Dec 24, 2014 02:36AM
