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- You see half the moon... its crescent... and one of the planets... maybe Saturn... maybe Jupiter... in the early night sky over Berlin... through the windows of a taxicab, near Potsdamer Platz. |
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You think: ...Beauty. |
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- No, this is not beauty... |
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- Maybe not? |
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- Maybe... This is the rest of it... |
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- Maybe not? |
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- Maybe... The rest of beauty... |
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- Maybe not... |
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- Maybe... What remains of beauty... |
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- Maybe not... |
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- Maybe... What is visible. |
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- Certainly. |
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- Uncertain. |
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- Your arms would not be able to stretch as far as necessary to form an adequate gesture for beauty. |
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- You know that, don't you? |
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- So... beauty remains in the impossibilities of the body. |
