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A small tribute to one of my favorite books. Enjoy.

"From this height, the forest was like foam, luxuriant and blotchy, a gigantic world-encompassing porous sponge, like an animal waiting in concealment, now fallen asleep and overgrown with rough moss. A formless mask hiding a face, as yet revealed to none."

"Hissing. Crackling. An unfamiliar squeaky voice: "Directorate can in practice only control an infinitesimal area in the ocean of the forest, which laps the continent. The meaning of life does not exist, nor does the meaning of action. We can do an extraordinary amount, but up to now we have not understood what, out of what we can do, we really need. It does not resist, it simply takes no notice."

Arkady & Boris Strugatsky - The Snail on the Slope

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