Ti Jean
"So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger- because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being."
Jack Kerouac
Authenticity, self-knowledge and sprituality
Everything, it seemed, was built on opposites, on division. No breath could both be in and out, none could be free and yet orderly. Always the one paid for the other, though each was equally essentia l . Narcissus and Golmund ~ Herman Hesse
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