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Let Man then contemplate the whole of nature in her full and exhaust majesty. Returning to himself, let Man consider what he is compared with all existence; let him think of himself as lost in his remote corner of nature; and from this little dungeon in which he finds himself lodged—I mean the Universe. What is a man in the infinite?
For, after all, what is a man in nature? A nothing in comparison with the infinite, an absolute in comparison with nothing, a central point between nothing and all. All things emerge from nothing and are borne onward to infinity. Who can follow this marvelous process? The Author of these wonders understands them. None but He can.
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Blaise Pascal
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Well, what can I say? There is really no great mystery to why I do what I do. I write because I love language; I love the sounds of words, the feel of them. I am not a tragic figure, though I usually lean toward angst because, in literature, sadness can be turned into something poetic and moving and beautiful. (Real life, however, is another matter altogether.)
As for who I am…I am technically and legally an “adult,” but I’d like to think otherwise. When alone, I am usually aloof, silent, introverted, philosophical; when with others, I can be inattentive, accident-prone, energetic, and excessively sarcastic, depending on the person/persons to whom I am speaking. Fantasy is my preferred literary genre, and poetry is my preferred form of expression. I greatly admire authors who can weave words into intelligent, lyrical, creative pieces; hopefully, I can one day match their skills.
If you have had the patience to make it thus far, thank you. I now leave you with these last words: May life, in all its paradoxical glory, inspire you.
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Allis Dalline
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