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Fernando Pessoa

We are born without knowing how to talk and we die without having known how to express ourselves. Our life runs its course between the silence of one who cannot speak and the silence of one who wasn’t understood, and around it hovers — like a bee where there are no flowers — a useless, inscrutable destiny. — Fernando Pessoa, The Education of the Stoic. (Exact Change; y First printing edition, November 2, 2004) Originally published 1999.

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