I have no reason to let my eyelashes dampen.
I have no reason to exhale a ghost of sorrow.
This is a season of joy, blooming,
My heart’s song should echo.
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'I undo my mistakes, and leave my slate on the mahogany table.
Empty, clean, void.'
Tabula rasa, the Latin concept of the blank slate
the mind as a blank slate, 'Empty, clean, void.'
pure potentiality actualized through experience
human intellect socially constructed comes to know
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'I undo my mistakes, and leave my slate on the mahogany table. Empty, clean, void.' Tabula rasa, the Latin concept of the blank slate the mind as a blank slate, 'Empty, clean, void.' pure potentiality actualized through experience human intellect socially constructed comes to know