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25 октября 2015 г., 11:52
I felt freed to please myself, to find my way as I would, in a world that was much vaster than I had realized before, in which I was but one stargleam, one wavelet, among multitudes. My happiness mattered not a whit more than the next person's - or the next fish's, or the next grassblade's! - and not a whit less. How piddling I was, in the general immensity! And how lovely it was to be tiny and alone, to have quickened to living for a moment here, to be destined soon to blink out and let time wash away all mark and remembrance of me.
