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| Wood Iris -- Color Reduction Woodcut |
Yet it is nature's folly, not ours. When
she set about her chief masterpiece, the making of man, she should have thought
of one thing only. Instead, turning her head, looking over her shoulder, into each
one of us she let creep instincts and desires which are utterly at variance
with his main being, so that we are streaked, variegated, all of a mixture; the
colours have run. Is the true self this which stands on the pavement in
January, or that which bends over the balcony in June? Am I here, or am I
there? Or is the true self neither this nor that, neither here nor there, but
something so varied and wandering that it is only when we give the rein to its
wishes and let it take its way unimpeded that we are indeed ourselves?
Circumstances compel unity; for convenience sake a man must be a whole.
"Street Haunting"
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