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The paragraph I would have liked to write:

« That day, I thought I had really got hold of
something and that my life would be changed.
But nothing of that nature is irrevocably gained.
Like water, the world washes through you and
lends you its colors for a time. Then it draws
back, and leaves you once again before the
emptiness you bear within yourself, that central
insufficiency of the soul you have to learn to
live with, and which, paradoxically, may be
our surest motivation. »

(Nicolas Bouvier - L’Usage du Monde)