Unreal

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The unreal is always more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. The only ideas, concepts, beliefs and fantasies that last are the ones that are in your head. Stones crumble. Wood rots. People, well, they die, but a beautiful unreal thought, a dream, a legend is what keeps you going on and on.

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