Every work of art is a lie
And still there is no rest
You thought it some great search for truth
Someting learned from an urn then left
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A penetrating and well read mind probing the self inflating mystery that we are... maybe if we could accept that we are less than we think..we might not then feel as much contempt for much that we do..
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A penetrating and well read mind probing the self inflating mystery that we are... maybe if we could accept that we are less than we think..we might not then feel as much contempt for much that we do..