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I am nothing and nowhere.  I am raw against the wind.  Nature’s presence escapes me.

The day unravels what the night has woven. When we awake each morning, we hold in our hands, usually weakly and loosely, but a few fringes of the tapestry of a lived life, as loomed for us by forgetting. However, with our purposeful activity and, even more, our purposive remembering each day unravels the web and the ornaments of forgetting.

Walter Benjamin | Illuminations: Essays and Reflections (via indigenousdialogues)