In a world driven by sensibility, the game of appearances becomes the only truth to hold on to. The veil of objects is not to be unveiled, for under the surface there only lies the void. This exterior-most-inner surface is life itself.
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I met her during an overwhelming winter The gloom of Demeter exhibited With frigid frosted ground And unsparing winter wind Yet her eyes gleaming and mellow Causing my admiration to spurt out And when