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“Sometimes fate is like a small sand-storm that keeps changing directions. You change direction, but the sand-storm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before death. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside you. So all you can do is to give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging your ears so the sand doesn’t get in and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverised bones. That’s the kind of sand-storm you need to imagine” 
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

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