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When on a summer's day the butterfly
settles on the flower and, wings
closed, sways with it in the
meadow-breeze. . . .


            All our heart's courage is the
                echoing response to the
                first call of Being which
                gathers our thinking into the
                play of the world.

            In thinking all things
                become solitary and slow.

            Patience nurtures magnanimity.

            He who thinks greatly must
                err greatly.


Martin Heidegger. Poetry, Language, Thought. Albert Hofstadter (trad). Perennial Classics: 2001