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hello, I am Land. I'm also sometimes known as hali.
my hobbies are being real and my interests are breathing.
sometimes I am reminded of the goodness of man.

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Are you tired when you run in your dreams?
Tired of you, tired of your mind
But you don't have a body to wake up to.


Who built Thebes of the seven Gates?
In the books you will read the names of kings.
Did the kings haul up the lumps of rocks?
And Babylon many times demolished,
Who raised it up so many times?


Time ripens and cooks all beings,
time absorbs all creatures,
time is awake when all are asleep,
for no one can fight against time.


Painting is literature in colors.
Literature is painting in language.


There is some awe mixed with the joy of our surprise, when this poet, who lived in some past world, two or three hundred years ago, says that which lies close to my own soul, that which I also had well-nigh thought and said.


She is like a meteor shooting off by itself, traveling through space, knowing no bounds, who knows where eventually to come to ground, on another planet or back on our earth again, or to disappear in the infinity of nature.


This very heart which is mine will forever remain indefinable to me. Between the certainty I have of my existence and the content I try to give to that assurance, the gap will never be filled. Forever I shall be a stranger to myself.