It&#39;s not necessarily the amount of time you spend at practice that counts; it&#39;s what you put into the practice.

My life needed to be saved. Not just Foxy. That&#39;s my character. That&#39;s my work. Inga is a person.

While the churches, bringing the sweet smell of piety for the soul, came in prancing and farting like brewery horses in bock-beer time, the sister evangelism, with release and joy for the body, crept in. silently and greyly, with its head bowed and its face covered.

And I, infinitesima­l being,  drunk with the great starry  void,  likeness, image of  mystery,  I felt myself a pure part  of the abyss,  I wheeled with the stars,  my heart broke loose on the wind.

Written By Pablo Neruda

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