All things exist as they are perceived; at least in relation to the percipient.
"The mind is its own place, and of itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.”
But Poetry defeats the curse which binds us to be subjected to the accident of surrounding impressions...
...it creates anew the universe after it has been annihilated in our minds
by the recurrence of impressions blunted by re-iteration...
-percy bysshe shelley
...my favorite quote from my favorite poet. i think this pretty much sums up how i look at the world...
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