excerpt from WIND, SAND AND STARS
by
Antoine de St. Exupery
I lay flat on my back, sucking my orange and counting the shooting stars. Here I was, for one minute infinitely happy. “Nobody can know anything of the world in which the individual moves and has his being,” I reflected. “There is no guessing it. Only the man locked up in it can know what it is.”
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