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Never an illness, nor the absenceof grandeur, no, nothing is able to kill the best in us, that kindness, dear sir, we are afflicted with: beautiful is the flower of man, his conduct, and every door opens on the beautiful truthand never hides treacherous whispers. I always gained something from making myself better, better than I am, better than I was, that most subtle citation: to recover some lost petalof the sadness I inherited: to search once more for the light that singsinside of me, the unwavering light.

Pablo Neruda