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"How can a civilization create when it lives forever and nothing is of value? Things only take value from their evanesence, things are only appreciated because they vanish. How beautiful a summer day is that is only one of a kind; you all have seen such days- one of the few things of beauty that we know, the weather, which changes... We cannot understand death, really, for it is so rare among us, and has no value. But this man knows death and beauty and for that reason I created him so that some of the beauty and uncertainty would return to the world..."
From "Blade of Grass" by Ray Bradbury (1920-2012)
An ocean of thanks, Ray Bradbury, for sharing with the world the many monsters and angels of your mind. In the sound of Summer running, in every fruit at the bottom of the bowl, in the journey of each lonely pedestrian, I will always hear and see your words. Beautiful, terrifying, moving.
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