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It front of me there was a black hole, in the smoke of a burning building.
Someone had asked me the night before the meaning of the word void.

The void is an emptyness, and an everything.

When I saw the cloud of black smoke in front of me, I experiences a feeling of slight terror, as something was consumed.

The sky was a bright blue and the cloud was black.

If I were to wish for anything, I should not wish for wealth and power, but for the passionate sense of the potential, for the eye which, ever young and ardent, sees the possible. Pleasure disappoints, possibility never. And what wine is so sparkling, what so fragrant, what so intoxicating, as possibility!

Exactly, we must nurture in ourselves, possibility///// make new possibilities, hatches, escape routes, exitments.

It is all possible

Søren Kierkegaard (via magrittesque)