"When I was three years old, I ran from my mum to the top of the tower. Then I jumped from the tower into a pile of mud. In that moment, I was sure that I had died, and it took a moments convincing to tell me that I was still alive. After that, I thought that I was God. I went to the clergy, and when I told them that I had lived three years in three days, they began to nod their heads, and said that three was the number of God."
"I had a great thought of the apple related to Aristotle's philosophy. It was love, and it was simultaneously knowledge. This struck me as profound. And the arrow struck the apple."
~1515
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