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“Relationships are possible only in plurality. Only these relations can create distances, and only based on these distances from one another can space and time, in our sense, become possible. That is why there can be no space and time in singularity.”

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Dejan Stojanovic
Dejan Stojanovic

Dejan Stojanovic, born on March 11, 1959, is a Serbian poet known for his profound emotions and unique style in his poetry, which has won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

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