“Only thoughts that are randomly born die. The other thoughts we carry with us without knowing them. They have abandoned themselves to forgetfulness so that they can be with us all the time.”
E. M. Cioran, The Book of Delusions (1936)
“Except it have a meaning, a word is but an echo in the void.”
Mikhail Naimy, The Book of Mirdad: The Strange Story of a Monastery which was Once Called The Ark, (2012).
Posted by KWB wandering among the borderlands of the Ether.
CALL ME MAGGIE 
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