A person cries out against life because it's lonely, and because life's broken off from whatever created it… — Frank Herbert
A person cries out against life because it's lonely, and because life's broken off from whatever created it. But no matter how much you hate life, you love it, too. It's like a caldron boiling with everything you have to have — but very painful to the lips.
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