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Nothing is part of everything. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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Since there is no real silence, Silence will contain all the sounds, All the words, all the languages, All knowledge, all memory. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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What you gain here, you lose on the other side. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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Since nothing is absolute There is no absolute silence, Only an appearance Of temporary peace. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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To come to nothing through something is the way to outside from both sides. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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If emptiness is empty, how can something be borne or awaken from it? ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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Based on the law of probability Everything is possible because The sheer existence of possibility Confirms the existence Of impossibility. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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... While much recent historicist criticism has assumed early nineteenth-century readers attuned to subtle ideological nuances in poetry, actual responses from readers often come closer to clulessness. ... It is no surprise that no one understood Blake, but other poets fared not much better. ... Coleridge's 'Christabel' was 'the standing enigma which puzzles the curiosity of literary circles. What is it all about?', while another reviewer asked about Shelley, 'What, in the name of wonder on one side, and of common sense on the other, is the meaning of this metaphysical rhapsody about the unbinding of Prometheus?'. Even Keats was condemned for 'his frequent obscurity and confusion of language' and his 'unintelligible quaintness'. Byron, never to be outdone, boasted in 'Don Juan' that not only did he not understand many of his fellow poets, he did not understand himself either: 'I don't pretend that I quite understand / My own meaning when I would be very fine.' ... ↗

— Andrew Elfenbein

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