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“Anyone who dies by their own hand always has my sympathy. It's easy to sit in judgement on another's struggle from the outside without ever living in their suffocating darkness. If there is an explanation left behind, it usually confirms how relentlessly harsh and unfair they were on themselves. Mourn their release with mercy and gratitude for doing what they were capable of in their short lives.”

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Author:Stewart Stafford
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“Physis (Emerging-Abiding Sway), yes that’s the oink thing’s christian name, the café’s semi-official mascot, philosophical provocateur, and occasionally extradimensional notary, chose this exact moment to poke his head, feathered, contemplative, and faintly iridescent, through the bead curtain that separated the main patio from what the proprietor called the “Reflexology Lounge,” but which was, in truth, just where they stored the broken espresso machine and three cursed stools. Physis tilted his head, blinked once, slowly, as if absorbing not light but context, and let out a warbling honk that echoed like a misremembered thesis defense. He was, as ever, the embodiment of that which emerges and then stubbornly, inexplicably abides. And then, as mysteriously as he had arrived, he withdrew.”

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Book:Schlemiel Gaucho: An Improv Comedy Magick Grimoire
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“Sus labios se extremecen un poco, como las cuerdas de un instrumento que alguien templa. ¿Cuál es su afán? Quisiera ponernos bien claras delante las cosas que pasaron. Comienza a hablar. Pero no; esto no es hablar, es recitar. Las palabras vienen sometidas a una disciplina, y parecen desintegradas de la existencia trivial que llevaban en el hablar ordinario. Como un aparato de ascensión, el hexámetro mantiene suspensos en un aire imaginario los vocablos e impide que con los pies toquen en la tierra. Esto es simbólico. Esto es lo que quiere el rapsoda: arrancarnos de la realidad cuotidiana.”

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Author:Ortega y Gasset, Jose
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