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| 8edb34a | The human mind is so limited it can only build an arbitrary heaven -- and usually the physical comforts they endow it with are naively the kind that can be perceived as we humans perceive -- nothing more. No: perhaps I will awake to find myself burning in hell. I think not. I think I will be snuffed out. Black is sleep; black is a fainting spell; and black is death, with no light, no waking. | death human-mind | Sylvia Plath | |
| 98fc3ab | I do not believe that gifts, whether of mind or character, can be weighed like sugar and butter | human-mind talents-and-gifts talents | Virginia Woolf |