The world is constantly testing us. Do we deserve what we have? Do we have what it takes to have something? Something like patience, like faith. Do we see every hidden look in the hearts of things and events and people and decide and act on it, or is every action of ours just a reaction we have to the humiliation of the world? Does the fact that I am a lustful and independent man who collects beach stones with my emerald shoes to give them as a souvenir to my lover have anything to do with my femininity? Which conversation? Life or death or love or anger or forgiveness or jealousy? Which way do we choose? Where did I go wrong? Why? My interaction with mystery, music and art and legend, a world that has never been so amazing, and words and images that will never be forgotten. Will I forget?
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