Life is to love.
The wind softly caresses at the contours of your face like the water flows over an age-old river stone. The grass tickles your feet in a strikingly warm salutation. The night sky beams down at your from above, dimly illuminating the surrounding landscape with its infinite knowledge.
Life is for loving, my righteous friend. Fear not of the unknown, as it is the unknown that should be frightened of you. For you hold the power; infinite in scale. Even matching the night sky in the greatness of the thing. The power is to love.
To love your fellow comrade, for we are united. To the the universe and the wonders it contains. But most importantly: to love yourself and the power you hold.
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