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The things that we love tell us what we are.
Faith has to do with things that are not seen, and hope with things that are not at hand.
The simulacrum is never that which conceals the truth—it is the truth which conceals that there is none. The simulacrum is true.
In the end, we all become stories.
The body is a landscape of scars, each one a story, a memory, a lesson.
In the end, we are all just stories.
In the end, all stories are about the search for meaning.
Every story is a journey into the unknown.
In the end, all we have are the stories we tell.