On top of the world, one sees forever. Blinded by his own insignificance in the vistas of the infinite, he falls. What hence are absolutes in the face of eternity? For the only thing that never changes is the continuance of silent night, inexorable as the fall of frigid snowflakes upon the winter marches.
3 comments:
Sounds like a spambot to nova here.
I tell you it's a spambot. 'Tis the truth.
yeah quite obviously spambot
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