| 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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