He spoke of human solitude, about the intrinsic loneliness of a sophisticated mind,
one that is capable of reason and poetry but which grasps at straws when it comes
to understanding another, a mind aware of the impossibility of absolute understanding.
The difficulty of having a mind that understands that it will always be misunderstood.
NICOLE KRAUSS, Man who walks into a room
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