A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a whip of smoke;
If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning;
I don't know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.
--Vincent Willem Van Gogh
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