I thought I’d share this poem. Maybe someone will get something out of it like I do.
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something started in my soul, fever or forgotten wings, and I made my own way, deciphering that fire and wrote the first faint line, faint without substance, pure nonsense, pure wisdom, of someone who knows nothing, and suddenly I saw the heavens unfastened and open.
-Pablo Neruda
