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Shall We Ever See The 10 Million Things Of The Universe Simultaneously In Order To Be The All? I Am Convinced That To Live Is To Travel Towards The World's End.

One Travels To Run Away From Routine, That Dreadful Routine That Kills All Imagination And All Our Capacity For Enthusiasm.

That Idea Of Escapism... These Words Could Sum Up My Life.

I Am Sure That Instinctively We Wish To Be Everything, To Possess It-why Cut The Rose Or Marry The Man, Otherwise?

I Can See Now That A Concept Or Even A Feeling Makes No Sense Unless Out Of Our Substance We Spin Around It A Web Of References, Of Relationships, Of Values.