"There is no clear light,
no clear shadow, in remembering.
…
I’m here now, and I’m also the man I was,
both at the same time.
Perhaps that’s it, the real mystery."
- Pablo Neruda, from “There Is No Clear Light” (translated by A. Reid), in The Essential Neruda (via growing-orbits)
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