“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness―in a landscape selected at random―is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.- nabokov
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pain is pain, but find meaning in life
Life cannot end in death. Nobody lives forever. Therefore, love is to relooked, and this makes no sense to relook into love. Don't look for close friends with anyone? no, learn to love. who cares about reason? you cannot eat reason! You lose this person because of death! but who says that this is bad? Death takes us all. but this is what gives life meaning!
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