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"It was to have service of the intellect, certainly; yet, it was never to accept any theory or system that would involve the sacrifice of any mode of passionate experience. Its aim, indeed, was to be experience itself, and not the fruits of experience, sweet or bitter as they might be. Of the ascetism that deadens the senses, as of the vulgar profligacy that dulls them, it was to know nothing. But it was to teach Man to concentrate himself upon the moments of a life that is in itself but a moment."

                                                                                       - Oscar Wilde

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Entrez, déjà!

Though available for perusal, the Musings no longer exist as they once did.

(Death by hard drive failure.)

But they have reincarnated here.

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