This is love:
To fly toward a secret sky.
To cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First to let go of life.
Finally, to take a step without feet.
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"My soul is a candle that burned away the veil; only the glorious duties of light I now have." "I did not have to ask m... -
" When jarred, unavoidably, by circumstances, revert at once to yourself, and don't loose the rhythm more than you can help. Y...
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This is a beautiful article, and an exhibit perhaps worth the "pilgrimage" to New York to see ... http://www.nytimes.com/2010/...
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