A person who is expelled from the protective childhood fence desires to storm the world, but his fear leads him to make an artificial world compensating through his poems, surrounding himself with these poems as the planets surround the sun, and occupies the center of a small world in which nothing is strange, he feels intimacy at the lines of the child in the belly of his mother, Because everything is sacred from his soul. There he can do everything that he is unable to do abroad. There he can walk between the crowds of workers in order to carry out the revolution, and flog his young mistresses, because these crowds, and these mistresses were not extended from the hostile material of a strange world, but rather from his own dreams. So it is not the same, and it is not cut off from the unity of the world that he created for itself.
by Milan Kundera
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A person who has left the safety of childhood often longs to engage with the world but is held back by fear. In response, they create an inner universe through their poetry, which serves as their refuge. This crafted world provides a sense of comfort and familiarity, akin to the intimate connection a child has with its mother. In this space, everything is imbued with significance, allowing them to feel a profound connection to their own existence and creativity.

Within this self-made realm, the individual can experience actions and emotions they might avoid in the outside world. The crowds and relationships found in this poetic sanctuary reflect their aspirations rather than external realities. Thus, their isolation is not a true severance from the world; instead, it becomes a unique manifestation of their dreams and desires. In this way, they inhabit a world that, while separate, is still deeply connected to their essence and imagination.

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