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...we have long been told that the mind thinks and the heart feels, that space and time are separate things; but in a library overlooking the forest, something stirred in the work of a long-forgotten author … hidden on page 64 ... take it in your hands ... you can grasp it, hold it; you can feel my heart in your hands...

...he picked up the book, its mortal paper, its anatomical footnotes, and in his hands the old words came to life once more… 

...in the course of several lives, you go from a footnote to the complete works... reading poetry in the park with your friends, then… vanish into mist as before… their features… only a passing resemblance, but…

'oh, this heart!'