"Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky."
"There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness is not all stillness; where the idea and the form, the within and the without, are united; where infinite becomes finite, yet not losing its infinity. If this meeting is dissolved, then things become unreal."
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Source: Rabindranath Tagore, Mohit Kumar Ray (2007). “Essays”, p.364, Atlantic Publishers & Dist
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