All sorts of things in the world behave like mirrors.
I thought my fire was out,
and stirred the ashes….
I burnt my fingers.
When I fall into the abyss, I go straight into it, head down and heels up, and I’m even pleased that I’m falling in such a humiliating position. I find it beautiful, and so in that very shame, I suddenly begin a hymn.
Demian - Hermann Hesse
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
Fate loves the fearless.
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