| Incessant are the changes with which we�re forced to cope; the run through life is like a climb upon a burning rope. Cataclysmic necessities upset your doldrums pace, like waking with a spotlight upon your drowsy face. For a man shall never find the womb which shelters from all storms; instead he�s bashed against the walls and choked till he conforms. Beware, my fellow pilgrims, for the paths we undertake do not ascend to Mecca, but are moments that we make. |
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