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Literature is not a mirror to reflect reality, but a hammer with which to shape it.
The beauty of mathematics only shows itself to more patient followers.
We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.