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To Death there are no objects, no solidity, all past Time. The abstract & mystical are its realm. Out of sensuousness, only, can we learn to appreciate life’s love of objects & solid flesh. Hard-nosed sense, great teacher, prophet, one might say, demanding along the way, that we make contact with as many things as possible. In order to avoid regrets, when Death finally steps in with abstractions & pure shadows in its mystical realm.


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