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If this is so, it might seem that science can be our only salvation from unreality. This is true up to point. It can indeed save us from what is unreal, but cannot give us more than a mechanically correct universe in place of phantasy. It cannot tell us what life is, nor can it give it to us more abundantly. This is the function of poetry, but as in the passage from the “Inferno” above-quoted, we have to look for poetry, that is, for reality, in the most unlikely places also, in the mere sounds of the lines, in the perverse denial of truth, and in the impossible desires of human beings, in the tremendous castles of intellectual air that they have erected, in the lies and sophistries which are only inverted truths.

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— R. H. Blyth (via Leonardo Boiko)