Sunday, January 27, 2013

Words on my stone, perhaps.

"...there is no make-believe about heaven, future bliss, and
compensation, to alleviate the bitter majesty, but only utter
darkness, the void of unfulfillment, to receive and eat back the lives
that have been tossed forth from the womb only to fail. In comparison
with all this, our little stories of achievement seem pitiful."

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