As I walked along my path, I met an old man who told me: “There are those who walk with their heads towards the sun. Me, I always looked down, towards the humble dirt. I step through the dustbin of Being, along the forgotten web that sustains the burden of matter, tasteless substance, shapeless fiber. In these void corridors, every niche has every shape and I bet there is one for you, as there indeed was one for me”.

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