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I looked at a stream running over rocks and wondered whether the water really moved; it may very well be that it was only the waves at the surface. I do not believe that anyone is sincere past a limit; ideals, demonstrations or symptoms of sickness. Rather, I cannot conceive otherwise, no deeply sincere affections, because that would force me to admire, to build a new mode of life. Our whole existence would be changed if it were possible "to advance one honest mind," one image to trust, one man sincere beyond our own restrictions.