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Our feeble reason hides the infinite from us."
Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891)
Jason Anderson
“The enemy of art is the absence of limits. »
—Orson Welles
[painting] "Wildlands" 5/9
by © Artem Rhads Chebokha
The fragrance of the flowers only spreads in the direction of the wind. Me the goodness of a person spreads in all directions.
Chanakya