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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Lesser Bourgeoisie by Honore de Balzac: satisfied. Well, I think that this sense of the infinite which is
within us, and which we all try to satisfy each in our own way, is
marvellously well helped by the labors of astronomy, that reveal to us
from time to time new worlds which the hand of the Creator has put
into space. The infinite in you has taken another course; this passion
for the comfort of those about you, this warm, devoted, ardent
affection which you feel for your brother, are equally the
manifestation of aspirations which have nothing material about them,
and which, in seeking their end and object, never think of asking,
'What good does that do? what is the use of this?' Besides, I must
assure you that the stars are not as useless as you seem to think.
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