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But hands are sacred things. Touch is personal, fingers of love, feelers of blind eyes, tongues of those who cannot talk…
— Keri Hulme, from “The Bone People” (via timedoesnotexisthere)
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Our science has always desired to monitor, measure, abstract, and castrate meaning, forgetting that life is full of noise and death alone is silent. Nothing essential happens in the absence of noise.
— Jacques Attali (Noise: The Political Economy of Music)
