No thing of all that is gives us hope that life is infinite.
Contributed by: mara
Every loneliness was given a dream to join!...
Human memory – the first virtual library.
How much alike are people and yet so different...
Send me a whisper, but one so dim that only my soul could hear.
My being keeps me put. If I only had soul, I would be far by now.
I live as it happens, sometimes as a happy king, otherwise as a contorted boot. That is life. Who to complain to?
Fear hasn't made and will never make really free men...
We are people – maybe the last meanings, maybe the beginning – the illusion of the only hope – life.
I would say that only the lonely understands another lonely person's suffering, but I'd have to add the one that knew joy and the space he lived his life in next to and through others.
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