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“Reduce the number of items in your home; reduce the crowds around you; reduce the thoughts in your head. There are so many things around you and in your mind, they're all like curtains, preventing you from seeing what's around you, in front of you, behind you, left and right. Reduce these as much as you can, get rid of them as much as you can! Simplify and clarify your surroundings and your mind, let the universe see you, and you the universe! There's so much fog around you; clear it away!”

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Mehmet Murat Ildan
Mehmet Murat Ildan

Mehmet Murat Ildan is a renowned Turkish writer born on May 16, 1965. His works span various literary forms including novels, essays, and poetry, and have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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