No permanence is ours; we are a wave
That flows to fit whatever form it finds:
Through night or day, cathedral or the cave
We pass forever, craving form that binds.
That flows to fit whatever form it finds:
Through night or day, cathedral or the cave
We pass forever, craving form that binds.
( Hermann Hesse )
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