I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does.
Jorge Luis Borges
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All things have been given to us for a purpose, and an artist must feel this more intensely. All that happens to us, including our humiliations, our misfortunes, our embarrassments, all is given to us as raw material, as clay, so that we may shape our art.(Jorge Luis Borge)
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Thirty spokes meet at a hollowed-out hub;
the wheel won't work without its hole.
A vessel is molded from solid clay;
its inner emptiness makes it useful.
To make a room,
you have to cut doors and windows;
without openings, a place isn't livable.
To make use of what is here,
you must make use of what is not
Tao Te Ching (Brian Browne Walker)
the wheel won't work without its hole.
A vessel is molded from solid clay;
its inner emptiness makes it useful.
To make a room,
you have to cut doors and windows;
without openings, a place isn't livable.
To make use of what is here,
you must make use of what is not
Tao Te Ching (Brian Browne Walker)
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