I go on living in spite of logic
Though I may not believe in the order of the universe
yet I love the sticky leaves as they open in spring.
I love the blue sky, I love some people,
whom one loves you know sometimes
without knowing why.
It is not a matter of intellect or logic,
it's loving with one's inside,
with one stomach.
Fyodor Dostoyevski (The Karamazov Brothers)
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