Zen (the following dawn)
The wood of this balcony is ever at rest the flick of a light; the inhalation of smoke As the sun rises somewhere else it sets.
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"Man can will nothing unless he has first understood that he must count on no one but himself; that he is alone, abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no other aim than the one he sets himself, with no...
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