...beyond observing that some law of logic should fix the number of coincidences, in a given domain, after which they cease to be coincidences, and form, instead, the living organism of a new truth (“Tell me,” says Osberg’s little glitana to the Moors, El Motela and Ramera, “what is the precise minimum of hairs on a body that allows one to call it ‘hairy’?”)

Once upon a time I begged someone to love me the way I loved them & that's the saddest thing I have ever done

I guard my treasures: my thought, my will, my freedom. And the greatest of these is freedom.

she had learned fear now. And her mind sniffed about like a rat looking for an escape.

Written By John Steinbeck

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