I will never be anything.
I cannot wish to be anything.
Bar that, I have in me all the dreams of the world.
May Nature be dissolved on my feverish head
Her sun, her rain, the wind that ruffles my hair,
And the rest, let it come if it must, it doesn't matter.
We have conquered the whole world before leaving our beds.
But we were awakened and it was opaque,
We rose and he was strange to us
We left the house and it was the whole world,
And also the Solar System, the Milky Way and the Indefinite...
Fernando Pessoa (The Tobacco Shop)
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