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“The soul can shrivel from am excess of critical distance, and if I don't want to remain in arid internal exile for the rest of my life, I have to find a way to lose alienation without losing my self. But how does one bend toward another culture without falling over, how does one strike an elastic balance between rigidity and self-effacement?”

Book:Lost In Translation: A Life in a New Language

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Lost In Translation: A Life in a New Language

This book delves into the personal journey of someone who has embraced a new language, examining the emotional and intellectual hurdles faced in the process. It offers insights into the complexities of language acquisition and the profound impact it can have on one's sense of identity and belonging. more

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Eva Hoffman

Eva Hoffman is an accomplished writer, born on July 1, 1945. Her works span a wide range of themes, including history, culture, and personal experiences. more

“The sad fact is that the past, perhaps especially our own past, is mysterious. Lodged in the present, you move further away each day from the reasons why you took this path or that one. And you’re left with only the story you’ve told yourself, the one with perfect lighting and a flattering angle. The one that even you know doesn’t really look like you.”

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Book:Just Like Family

Source: Just Like Family

“The situation improved once it occurred to them that they should also talk; as they came to understand each other they learned that what they'd been afraid of was running out of self. On the contrary the more they loved the more there was to love”

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Book:What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours

Source: What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours

“Some Consequences of the Made Thing The End. Above these words the sky closes. It closes by turning white. Not The white of all clouds or being within a cloud. White of worldless light. The End. Feel a silence there that reminds you of a scent. Crushed grass the hooves galloped through Or is it the binder’s glue? Some silence never not real finally can be Heard. Silence before the first words. Precedent chaos. Or marrow work. Or just the sound of the throat opening to speak. Like those scholars of pure water Who rode through mountains and meadows To drink from each fresh spring a glass And then with brush and ink wrote poems On the differences of sameness, You too feel yourself taste the silent page Of the end and the silent page of beginning. They taste so much of whiteness never more White than white that’s been lost. You have some sense of the book Altering, page sewn secretly next to page, Last page stitched to first. O, earth— It rolls around the solar scroll Turning nothing into years and years into Nothing. At The End you’re a witness to this work That wears the witness away. And who are you Anyway. Pronoun of the 2nd person. Lover, Stranger, God. Student, Child, Shade. Something similar gathers in you. Another way of saying I in a poem— Of saying I in a poem that realizes at the end That I am just a distance from myself. And so are you. That same distance.”

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Author:Dan Beachy-Quick

“Truth manifests in the body. A man sees his real and true Self in the body. To see God is to establish truth in life. The man who is on the path of truth or who has established truth in life cannot play a false game in life.”