There is a period during which your best ideas *necessarily* seem bad or inscrutable to everyone else
When this period lasts for years, it is very easy to become insular. To forget about articulation. To begin to think in one's own language
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We must pity the souls for whom it comes to this. They are truly lonesome, isolated. There is often no way back
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We must also pity those souls who are destroyed in the wake of these lonesome souls' paths of destruction
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