"Earth, earth, riding your merry-go-round toward extinction. How fear-some must the headlines be about tomorrow before people change their ways today?"
"My soul is like a hidden orchestra; I do not know which instruments grind and play away inside of me, strings and harps, timbale and drums. I can only recognize myself as the symphony."
- Fernando Pessoa (In "The Book of Disquiet")
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