In Autumn you can understand the reasons of a whole year. Different colours are tuned together, different beings and things match perfectly: this is the picture I have in mind. Thousands of words are ready to be spoken. The real world-natural world says it better with silence.


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    • Thanks, Roger,
      I think that nudity, one’s own nudity, is like the hole in the fence that allows us to see what we are most curious about and interested in. There is something that interests me now, like I woke up just now and threw the blankets away, I start looking out the window, like a boy who discovers new and exciting things in himself and sees that the laws that guide his body are the ultimate good. Near the age of 70, I find out that I am still that curious boy from back then. This reassures me enormously about everything.

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