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“Setbacks No Shackle (Sonnet) I don't do motivation, so I'll tell you just this. Pick up one thing, and do it till you drop dead. World doesn't care 'bout your hardship, nor does it care 'bout your defeats. Passion is a promise you make to yourself, rather than be a secondhand opportunist. NE555 can light up your way, or it can tase your hands to a crisp. Where there is soul, even numbers become art, innovation without heart makes clockwork pigs. Never let setbacks shackle your feet, your passion is your promise to keep. Every molecule holds miracle of creation, conquer chaos with truth as your steed.”

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Neurosonnets: The Naskar Art of Neuroscience

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