The impression returned of Infinity and Eternity walking hand in hand; you only had to look for one of them, for example, the limitless universe, to feel the presence of the other, Time that never ends, that never passes, that remains in the Present, where all of life's secrets lie.

The individual mirrors in his individuation the preordained social laws of exploitation, however mediated.

I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.

For the moment I can think of nothing— except that I am a sentient being stabbed by the miracle of these waters that reflect a forgotten world.

Written By Henry Miller

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