Monday, May 27, 2019

—Fyodor Dostoyevsky The Brothers Karamazov

My brother used to ask the birds to forgive him; that sounds senseless but it is right; for all is like the ocean, all things flow and touch each other; a disturbance in one place is felt at the other end of the world.

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