"Each thing is merely the limit of the flame to which it owes its existence."
From chapter 4 ('Sexualized Fire') in The Psychoanalysis of Fire by Gaston Bachelard
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"If our auditory imaginations were sufficiently tuned to plumb and sound a vowel, to unite the most primitive and civilized associations, the word 'undine' would probably suffice as a poem in itself." Seamus Heaney
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