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We are in Fate and Fate's and do but
Outness from soul to know ourselves its dwelling,
And do but compel Fate aside or
By Fate's own immanence in the compelling.
We are too far in us from outward
To know how much we are not what we are,
And live but in the heat of error's youth,
Yet young enough its acting youth to ignore.
The doubleness of mind fails us, to
At our exterior presence amid things,
Sizing from otherness our
And seeing our puppet will's act-acting strings. An unknown language speaks in us, which we Are at the words of, fronted from reality.
Fernando Pessoa
Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa (13 June 1888 – 30 November 1935) was a Portuguese poet, writer, literary critic, translator, publisher and phi
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