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“A place is not only a geographical area; it's also a state of mind. And trees are not just trees, they are the ribs of childhood.”

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Mahmoud Darwish
Mahmoud Darwish

Mahmoud Darwish was a renowned Lebanese poet known for his profound poetry and strong nationalist sentiments. His works extensively explored the sufferings and hopes of the Palestinian people, profoundly influencing Middle Eastern literature. more

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“There is simply no problem of life; it is absolutely purposeless play; it doesn't have to continue; there is no reason whatever to explain it, for explanations are just another form of complexity, a new manifestation of life on top of life, gestures gesturing. If there is any problem at all it is to find out how people come to think there is a problem, whatever made them imagine that life is serious. Basically there is the gesture. Time, space, multiplicity are all complications of it. Pain and suffering are very far-out forms of play, and there just isn't anything at all to be afraid of. There isn't any ego. The ego is a kind of flip, knowing that you know — like being afraid of being afraid. It's a curlicue, an extra jazz to things, a sort of double take or reverberation, a dithering of consciousness which is the same as anxiety.”

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Book:The Collected Letters of Alan Watts
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