Don't be static. In this dynamic universe all those who simply exist are vanquished. Only those who become, truly live.
Poetry, as with anything, is earned through hard work. No, nothing is created by suns alone. Natural genius and talent are inefficient to produce.
It takes struggle and grit to hone a masterpiece.
Are you a masterpiece?
Will you become?
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