| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - In this condition there is no such thing as me, you, or he; everything is a unity and this unity is a profound mystic intoxication in which death loses its scythe and ceases to exist.The Attic landscape does not swagger, does not indulge in rhetoric, does not degenerate into fits, of melodramatic swooning; it says what it has to say with a calm, virile forcefulness.
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