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the universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.

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Matsuo Basho
Age: 50 †
Born: 1644
Born: January 1
Died: 1694
Died: November 28
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Matsuo Basho
Bashō
Bashô
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