No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.
Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.
People don't ever seem to realize that doing what's right is no guarantee against misfortune.
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