Saturday, February 16, 2013


People will often hate you because they cannot understand you. The people for me are those who try. No person can truly understand another. That is the great beauty and tragedy of existence, that everything is a translation. Every word, every expression, every glance, every effort, every creation is an attempt to make something intangible tangible. It is a noble attempt that can never succeed—something is always lost in the translation. The only difference between people that matters is while many become angry at the inability to understand, others make the attempt.

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