“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness―in a landscape selected at random―is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.- nabokov
Wednesday, March 4, 2020
Try out the 3 words of "I don't know"! They are hard words to say, but what power 🔋 in them! Yet they are hard to say. Who wants somebody who does not know things. It may be hard to say those words "I don't know," but try them with me! I don't know! Those words will free your soul! Those words weren't too hurtful, now were they? It is much more wholesome than pretending to know everything, or accusing everyone of being a liar!
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