Because philosophy arises from awe, a philosopher is bound in his way to be a lover of myths and poetic fables. Poets and philosophers are alike in being big with wonder.
"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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