Words are beautiful. Language is exquisite. It is capable of beautiful revolutions, and tyrannical oppressions.
It is a long, and never ended, road to mastery of the human tongue. Yet, it is within the writer's steady and tumultuous soul to seek after this perfection. Though we writers may never reach this heavenly plateau, our efforts will carry humanity to greatness.
- The moment you think of it, eternity is lost. So do not think of it. Be of the present, and, in so doing, capture it.
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