Book: In the ravine
Oh, how lonely in the night, in the midst of this singing, when he can't sing, among the continuous shouts of joy, when he can't be happy when the sky looks a month, too lonely, which is still - now spring or winter, people are alive or dead... When you feel grief, it is hard without people.
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MegaMozg 04-02-2019 / 22:46
And however great the evil, the night quiet and beautiful, and yet in God's world really is and will be, calm and beautiful, and everything on earth just waiting to become one with the truth as moonlight merges with night.
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MegaMozg 04-02-2019 / 22:41
And tell me, grandfather, why would a little before his death to suffer? When a great man suffers, man or woman, that sins are forgiven, and why little, when he has no sins? Why?
- And who knows? You can not just know why and how. The bird is supposed not four wings but two because two is able to fly - and the man supposed to know not all but only half or quarter. How much he know, to live so much and knows Your grief with Polgara. Life is long, there's still both good and bad, all will be...
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MegaMozg 02-09-2017 / 00:15
