“I always had a book in my hand, sometimes Dante, sometimes Homer. As I read the immortal verses, I felt that man could become immortal and that the world's heterogeneous surfae of houses, people, joys, insults—the incoherent chaos we call life—was capable of uniting into harmony.”
— Nikos Kazantzakis 1883 – 1957 CE via P. A. Bien
from Report to Greco
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