And what we already know is like a wave constantly brought back to the shore. Transformed, sculpted by a sacred wind, submitted to life's questionments and ignorances.
An ever-changing light, to which the eye has to adapt. An ever changing taste, from which the tongue has to grasp the modulations, the flavour. And we transform ourselves this idea, this knowledge, by touching it with our own mind.
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