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| Palini Hills, Tamil Nadu, India |
Any man
must believe that what happens to him is an instrument. Everything has been
given for an end. This is even stronger in the case of the artist. Everything
that happens, including humiliations, embarrassments, misfortunes, all has been
given like clay, like material for ones art. One must accept it. For this
reason I speak in a poem of the ancient food of heroes: humiliations,
unhappiness, discord. Those things are given to us to transform, so that we may
make of the miserable circumstances of our lives things that are eternal, or
aspire to be so.
(L. Borges,
‘Blindness’)
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