The tragedy of life is linked inescapably with its splendor; you could tear civilization down and rebuild it from scratch, and the same dualities would rise again. Yet to fully inhabit these dualities-the dark as well as the light-is, paradoxically, the only way to transcend them. (Susan Cain)

The tragedy of life is linked inescapably with its splendor; you could tear civilization down and rebuild it from scratch, and the same dualities would rise again. Yet to fully inhabit these dualities-the dark as well as the light-is, paradoxically, the only way to transcend them.

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