The end of childhood is when things cease to astonish us. When the world seems familiar, when one has got used to existence, one has become an adult. – Eugene Ionesco
There is nothing truer than myth: history, in its attempt to realize myth, distorts it, stops halfway; when history claims to have succeeded, this is nothing but humbug and mystification. Everything we dream is realizable. Reality does not have to be: it is simply what it is. – Eugene Ionesco
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