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While you ponder this, enjoy a poem:


Apologia Pro Vita Sua (1800)
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The poet in his lone yet genial hour
Gives to his eyes a magnifying power:
Or rather he emancipates his eyes
From the black shapeless accidents of size--
In unctuous cones of kindling coal,
Or smoke upwreathing from the pipe's trim bole,
His gifted ken can see
Phantoms of sublimity.


There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you.
— Maya Angelou