tear down the last gods
They promise altars and arks; the hollow earth, the ascending light. You will be gold, and gold again. When their throats are torn open, they reveal to be hollow.
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But who can distinguish between falling in love and imagining falling in love? Even genuinely falling in love is an act of the imagination.
— John Irving
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