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There are no poetic souls without manifold, prolonged echoes, echoes on echoes, without an essential multihumanism, a word heard in plains and woods, in the infinite and in the hermitage, in light and shadow, tenderness and anger. Gaston Bachelard, Lautreamont , Human Violence and Culture Complexes. [39] (Quoted in 20220316) The offensive instinct continues its movement with enough will to make the trajectory become a fiber, a nerve, or a muscle.