Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.
But what you__e calling poetry is what everything is. It__ not even poetry _ it__ seeing. These materialists are blind. You told me they say space is infinite. Where do they see that in space?__nd I, disconcerted: __ut don__ you think of space as infinite? Can__ you conceive of space as infinite?___ don__ conceive of anything as being infinite. How could I conceive of anything as being infinite?___ut, man,_ I said, __magine space. Beyond that space is more space, and beyond that more, and then more, and more... It never ends...___hy?_ asked my master Caeiro.
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But what you__e calling poetry is what everything is. It__ not even poetry _ it__ seeing. These materialists are blind. You told me they say space is infinite. Where do they see that in space?__nd I, disconcerted: __ut don__ you think of space as infinite? Can__ you conceive of space as infinite?___ don__ conceive of anything as being infinite. How could I conceive of anything as being infinite?___ut, man,_ I said, __magine space. Beyond that space is more space, and beyond that more, and then more, and more... It never ends...___hy?_ asked my master Caeiro.
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