"The sixth sense is a delicate little Aeolian harp that nature has set at the entrance to our breathing...which followed and surpassed the others. It quivers at the merest movement of metaphor; it permits human thought to sing.
I begin to think the vowel a is the vowel of immensity. It is a sound area that starts with a sigh and extends beyond all limits.
Like some soft substance, it receives the balsamic powers of infinite calm. With it, we take infinity into our lungs, and thorough it, we breathe cosmically, far from human anguish."
I begin to think the vowel a is the vowel of immensity. It is a sound area that starts with a sigh and extends beyond all limits.
Like some soft substance, it receives the balsamic powers of infinite calm. With it, we take infinity into our lungs, and thorough it, we breathe cosmically, far from human anguish."
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