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The Message The human beings are made of dreams - so fragile, snap and full of mystery, illusions are our days or so it seems and our dreams make up the history. Unfortune is that still we hate and fight and try to steal each other's dreams, in spite of sharing our inner light we tend to be so angry and so mean. From time to time we happen to forget, that in this life we do not live alone, but first we act and only then regret and think that all the business is our own. We have to learn to love, to share, to find the friends among this world - being alone we cannot fight the fear, we're only getting lost - just more and more. We have to find the way, the Golden Mean, the final mission - that's what for we're sent. Admit - a man is brother to a man, no matter, that they seem so different. |
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