S`io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma perciocchè giammai di questo fondo Non tornò vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero, Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
God of boundaries, of the travelers crossing them, of shepherds and cowherds, of thieves, of orators and wit, of literature and poets, of invention, of commerce and of the cunning of thieves and liars.
But as a mortal, an Economics graduate turned Journo student, who's simply trying to be happy in this existentialist lucid dream he's entwined in, without hope, guide, partner and prayer.
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'it' being the word sutta
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