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Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
The more of it there is, the less you see.
You eat something you neither plant nor plow. It is the son of water, but if water touches it, it dies.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
How far will a blind dog walk into a forest?
What do angels sing in the shower?