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The Repose Of Sleep Refreshes Only The Body. It Rarely Sets The Soul At Rest. The Repose Of The Night Does Not Belong To Us. It Is Not The Possession Of Our Being. Sleep Opens Within Us An Inn For Phantoms. In The Morning We Must Sweep Out The Shadows.

So, Like A Forgotten Fire, A Childhood Can Always Flare Up Again Within Us.

We Must Listen To Poets.

Words Are Clamor-filled Shells. There's Many A Story In The Miniature Of A Single Word!

What Action Could Bodies And Substances Have If They Were Not Named In A Further Increase Of Dignity Where Common Nouns Become Proper Nouns?