"There is a feeling unpleasant to the writer; namely that what is said darkens the capricious richness of life. That I used this to be the way in which I describe myself is beyond question, and yet, if the meaning is well enough expressed, the immediate body of my already shattered life is not quite there… All that cannot become intelligence is condemned to perish, which is unfair. No increase of intelligence can be achieved without a preliminary mutation in the refining of sensibility. To talk endlessly about what you have thought is vain and deceiving… When you do not believe in miracles you are likely to have a distorted vision of what a miracle is: you believe that a miracle is something which does not happen. On the contrary, what is characteristic of a miracle is its presence.”
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