"But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!."

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If you are a poet, you will see clearly that there is a cloud floating in this sheet of paper? ?To be? is to inter-be. We cannot just be by ourselves alone. We have to inter-be with every other thing. This sheet of paper is, because everything else is.

— Nhat Hanh