“I feel overwhelmed by quantity where counting no longer makes sense.
By unrepeatability within such quantity. A crowd of people or birds,
insect or leaves, is a mysterious assemblage of variants of a certain
prototype, a riddle of nature abhorrent to exact repetition or inability to
produce it, just as a human hand can not repeat its own gesture”.


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