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We Could Say, Then, That Man Is An Instrument The World Employs To Renew Its Own Image Constantly.

Each Sort Of Cheese Reveals A Pasture Of A Different Green, Under A Different Sky.

Work Stops At Sunset. Darkness Falls Over The Building Site. The Sky Is Filled With Stars. "there Is The Blueprint," They Say.

Perhaps Everything Lies In Knowing What Words To Speak, What Actions To Perform, And In What Order And Rhythm; Or Else Someone's Gaze, Answer, Gesture Is Enough; It Is Enough For Someone To Do Something For The Sheer Pleasure Of Doing It, And For His Pleasure To Become The Pleasure Of Others: At That Moment, All Spaces Change, All Heights, Distances; The City Is Transfigured, Becomes Crystalline, Transparent As A Dragonfly.

The More Enlightened Our Houses Are, The More Their Walls Ooze Ghosts.