Anxiously he asks; is there a way to safety? Can someone guide me? Is there an escape from threatened destruction?' The answer is a resounding yes. I counsel you: Look to the lighthouse of the universe. There is no fog so dense, no night so dark, no gale so strong, no mariner so lost but what its beacon light can rescue. It beckons through the storms of life. It calls, This way to safety; this way to home. And you don't have to be afraid of being happy, thinking that your happiness will be taken away from you. Because when you've had a taste of bliss, it helps you recognize the difference between good and evil. Loving people shows us what heaven is like. They aren't waiting to punish you and you aren't given blessings just for them to be stripped away.
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I never think before I jump...
The situation had grown worse. He didn't believe it possible. How much worse would things get before they could finally start to get better? Was there no end to this madness? For he finally realized that It's not that we have to quit this life one day, it's how many things we have to quit all at once: holding hands, hotel rooms, music, the physics of falling leaves, vanilla and jasmine, poppies, smiling, anthills, the color of the sky, coffee and cashmere, literature, sparks and subway trains. He realized that one day all of those things shall be gone. In a flash of a moment. As if nothing ever actually happened.
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