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- author: Grant Morrison
- content: Your head's like mine, like all our heads; big enough to contain every god
- and devil there ever was. Big enough to hold the weight of oceans and the turning
- stars. Whole universes fit in there! But what do we choose to keep in this miraculous
- cabinet? Little broken things, sad trinkets that we play with over and over. The
- world turns our key and we play the same little tune again and again and we think
- that tune's all we are.
- id: e5c55d6e-bc0a-4205-aecd-28fdd55df9a2
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