We were born in darkness.
And yet we hate our self.
We will now kill the forest with light.
And all the world will be alive.
Waiting.
Crying.
Longing for the night…
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(Free?) happiness…
Sitting by the river.
Letting the wind whisper songs from far away.
Doing nothing.
No analysis. No plans. No action.
Just acceptance. Thinking of nothing.
No hate. No love. No enviousness.
Just acceptance.
Of yourself. Of others.
Of the cosmos itself.
Happiness does seem to come for free.
(Are you willing to die?)
What could be more expensive than that?
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Shhhh…
Life.
Out of things that are dead.
Logic.
Based on axioms that just make sense.
Questions.
Based on answers that no one can forget.
Shhhh…
Keep quiet. We are celebrating.
A whole cosmos.
Based on what we said…
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