and flowers do not cry no matter how consistently they wither and are trampled down even annually and not only by thunderstorms. Well aware of this wonder, the gardener remains constant forever always planting new flowers with a cheer and good results, for beauty is a joy forever which nothing ever can hide away.
the constant bleeding: a study in realism – I am afraid I am a rather dark lady
The only way out Wounds that will not heal, how do you dress them? The problem is, they can't be dressed but will go on bleeding forever, for the soul has no healer but death. This is reality, which anyone who has a soul will dismally acknowledge, knowing the dilemma of incurable wounds that will go on bleeding even after death. The insufferable torture of this life is just a momentary business that eventually will leave everything behind as you'll find deliverance in death, which eventually will only be a passage to new lives of suffering. Thus the hell of life goes on forever, and there is nothing you can do about it but to stand the suffering and somehow make the best of it, love being just an escapism the eternal longing for something better than the blind alley of bitterness called reality.
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