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Oksana Bocharnikova
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    “More often than not, what animals require our protection from is not hurricanes or fires, but abuse at the hands of other people".” ― Julie Klam
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    "It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it." - Aristotle
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    "We’re all so desperate to be understood, we forget to be understanding."
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    May green be the grass you walk in. May blue be the skies above. May pure be joys that surround you. May true be the hearts that love you. - An old Irish blessing
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    “When you have come to the edge of all the light you have And step into the darkness of the unknown Believe that one of the two will happen to you Either you'll find something solid to stand on Or you'll be taught how to fly!” ― Richard Bach
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    “But is the unicorn a falsehood" "What a disappointment," I said. "I would have liked to encounter one unicorn , crossing a wood. Otherwise what's the pleasure of crossing a wood?”  ― Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose
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    “THE UNICORN” ― Rainer Maria Rilke ― The saintly hermit, midway through his prayers stopped suddenly, and raised his eyes to witness the unbelievable: for there before him stood the legendary creature, startling white, that had approached, soundlessly, pleading with his eyes. The legs, so delicately shaped, balanced a body wrought of finest ivory. And as he moved, his coat shone like reflected moonlight. High on his forehead rose the magic horn, the sign of his uniqueness: a tower held upright by his alert, yet gentle, timid gait. The mouth of softest tints of rose and grey, when opened slightly, revealed his gleaming teeth, whiter than snow. The nostrils quivered faintly: he sought to quench his thirst, to rest and find repose. His eyes looked far beyond the saint's enclosure, reflecting vistas and events long vanished, and closed the circle of this ancient mystic legend.
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    “Star of the Nativity” by Joseph Brodsky In the cold season, in a locality accustomed to heat more than to cold, to horizontality more than to a mountain, a child was born in a cave in order to save the world; it blew as only in deserts in winter it blows, athwart. To Him, all things seemed enormous: His mother's breast, the steam out of the ox's nostrils, Caspar, Balthazar, Melchior—the team of Magi, their presents heaped by the door, ajar. He was but a dot, and a dot was the star. Keenly, without blinking, through pallid, stray clouds, upon the child in the manger, from far away— from the depth of the universe, from its opposite end—the star was looking into the cave. And that was the father's stare. [December 24, 1987]
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    Thomas Whitbread’s poem “T.S. Eliot” Eliot saw much, thought he saw more Hairshirt as summer underwear Showed forth that he, like Everyman, bore More than almost every man could bear, Yet quietly, in what he wore. He was the poets’ astronaut, He voyaged backward to Donne, and onward to a still point, thought To be beyond, though like, our Sun And far past, though not unlike, Nought. Yet, thank his dance, his stillest point Flew like a locus into seas And through backyards, making conjoint Sweet peas with apotheoses, Big Muddy with all blood anoint.
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    Choruses from The Rock – T.S. Eliot The Eagle soars in the summit of Heaven, The Hunter with his dogs pursues his circuit. O perpetual revolution of configured stars, O perpetual recurrence of determined seasons, O world of spring and autumn, birth and dying! The endless cycle of idea and action, Endless invention, endless experiment, Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness; Knowledge of speech, but not of silence; Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word. All our knowledge brings us nearer to death, But nearness to death no nearer to God. Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information? The cycles of Heaven in twenty centuries Brings us farther from God and nearer to the Dust.
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