A Quote by Sorin Cerin on life death love
Why are we still born?
Why do we die?
Why are there villains in this so deceitful world?
Look at a waterfall or a winter picture where snow lies on the branches of the trees. Do they know is sunset or dawn are close, if they are so beautiful in the shining rays of the morning star?
I don not think they know we like them so much, as we cannot know if other being with other different Logical Coefficient like some of our characteristics that we do not even know we have.
Then who are we?
Only a whisper of pain said in a evening clouded by the Creator, so clouded that this whisper gives immediately birth to death or better said, it becomes death when it is born, but an increasingly slow death until it truly passes the threshold of death and then is doe not die slowly anymore but resurrects, without knowing if this rebirth is one that will go towards a birth followed by another slow death, to the winter of the being because we know that spring always brings the buds of the new leaves that will later become the rusty colour of autumn, and if these leaves would not exist anymore, where would there be the deadly rusty colour of autumn?
It is nowhere.
Contributed by: norma