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Nothing happens in which you are not entangled in a secret manner; for everything has ordered itself around you and plays your innermost. - LS, p. 27

Nothing in you is hidden to things, no matter how remote, how precious, how secret it is. It inheres in things. Your dog robs you of your father, who passed away long ago, and looks at you as he did. The cow in the meadow has intuited your mother, and charms you with total calm and security. - LS, p. 27

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