, this world, the whole of creation where man has existed, gone through his birth and growth, evolution and realization, mechanization and ultimate destruction, this earth is the cauldron of life, the sea of unending sorrow and delight, such beauty and desire, joy and tragedy. With each day every heart has its pain and quest for love repeated and replayed 9 billion times. each cell of this planetary body pulses and pushes, a factory of progress or a machine of decline. All are mad with the feeling, the desperation of today that cannot wait, that needs now again and again. Lamps burn through the spinning darkness, shielding the smallest fears, nursing the plaintive cries calling for mothers love and searching for tomorrows dawn. Where do we go through this circled flight, this rounded ball of dreams made from eternal night. Is morning cured, the pain let go, more sleep withstands the clearest sight that all is come again and must soon be set alright before another night can come. What beast that hears its own thoughts, see its own answers, creates its own patchwork walls and crawls within their thin protection and shivers with the sound of its own heart beating perfectly in time with the world where he lives his song and dances on. The last man living will be the first man born and all will share his every meaning.
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