We are made of words that cross the routes of our thoughts like cars that travel roads that always lead to the same place, the limits of our thought are those of language, then it is necessary to retake the symbols that our ancestors bequeathed us and reveal the magic that is hidden there, there are things that we must understand not with words that only surround their meaning, but contemplating them with the heart.
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