Life is an experimental journey that we
make involuntarily. It is a journey of the mind through matter, and
since it is the mind that journeys, that is where we live. And so
there are contemplative souls who have lived more intensely, more
widely and more turbulently than those who live externally. The end
result is what counts. What was felt is what was lived. A dream can
tire us as much as physical labour. We never live as hard as when
we've thought a great deal.
Fernando Pessoa
The Book of Disquiet
translation: Richard Zenith
p. 309
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