Most people's tragedy is that they don't realize they're mortal but they live their life as though they're already dead. Only few do otherwise: they know about the end, but live the lives of Immortals. They are the wisdom and the only God's comfort and joy and hope. They are the ones whose image is a flower and whose soul is a sky. They're God's children who have no restrictions and no prejudice. They can protest, doubt, suffer and feel from the deep within, they're not blinded by gold (as most), and they don't wear the inner shades (only the real cool-looking trendy fashion-styled) so they can see what's going on in the world for real. And how can they bear the view and not go crazy? The only gift from above that could save their minds from the horror was the inner vision of beauty...
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