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From The Book of Disquiet

We’re well aware that every creative work is imperfect and that our most dubious aesthetic contemplation will be the one whose object is what we write.  But everything is imperfect.  There’s no sunset so lovely it couldn’t be yet lovelier, no gentle breeze bringing us sleep that couldn’t bring a yet sounder sleep.  And so, contemplators of statues and mountains alike, enjoying both books and the passing days, and dreaming all things so as to transform them into our own substance, we will also write down descriptions and analyses which, when they’re finished, will become extraneous things that we can enjoy as if they happened along one day.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet, translated by Richard Zenith, 2002

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