この道や
ゆく人なしに
秋の暮れ
芭蕉
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'cause my experiences should all be jasified, i.e. filtered by yours truly. i'm my very own--and best--observation project.
A Chinaman of the T’ang Dynasty—and, by which definition, a philosopher—dreamed he was a butterfly, and from that moment he was never quite sure that he was not a butterfly dreaming it was a Chinese philosopher. Envy him; in his two-fold security. Tom Stoppard
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