Inevitible Eventuality
Contemplating all coming to an end, now, I behold myself: Inexorably flung by time through a medium called life. An entity bound by a volume in space. This world, each moment, has so, so Precious little time left to share. Looking to the horizon I see a radiant sun with promise rising. A new day causing insight to immortality, is breaking...
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What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?
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