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An Event May Be Small And Insignificant In Its Origin , And Yet, When Drawn Close To One’s Eye, It May Open In Its Center An Infinite And Radiant Perspective Because A Higher Order Of Being Is Trying To Express Itself In It And Irradiates It Violently.

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An Event May Be

Bruno Schulz

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An Event May Be Small And Insignificant In Its Origin , And Yet, When Drawn Close To One’s Eye, It May Open In Its Center An Infinite And Radiant Perspective Because A Higher Order Of Being Is Trying To Express Itself In It And Irradiates It Violently.

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