“All things become islands before my senses, which accept them as a matter of course: a murmur
“All things become islands before my senses,
which accept them as a matter of course: a murmur of silence.
All things in this darkness—I can know all of them,
just as I know that blood flows in my veins.
The plain is a great flowing of water through plants,
a supper of all things. Each plant, and each stone,
lives motionlessly. I hear my food feeding my veins
with each living thing that this plain provides.”
—From Passion for Solitude (Mania di solitudine) -- source link
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