It is the mind which gives to things their quality, their foundation and their being. Whosoever speaks or acts with impure mind, him sorrow follows, as the wheel follows the steps of the ox that draws the cart.
This is what people close say about me: “Misfit, Dreamer, Impractical, Champion of lost causes, Always Wrong” etc. etc. Maybe they are right, maybe not. What do I think of myself? I am trying to find out.
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