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“This is the paradox of transformative experience: Because our imagination is bounded by our existing templates of how the world as we know it works, we fail to anticipate the greatest transformations—the events and encounters so unmoored from the familiar that they transfigure our map of reality and propel us into a wholly novel mode of being.”

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Figuring

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Maria Popova
Maria Popova

Maria Popova, born in 1980 in Bulgaria, is a talented writer with a broad influence in the fields of literature, art, science, and more. Her works cover a wide range of subjects, including philosophy, psychology, history, and her writing style is highly appreciated by readers. more

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