The horizon is always there - walk day and night and you never reach it. It wavers, it changes, it dips and rises, but never does it meet you. Wander in a dark room or a thick fog- you move and yet nothing changes. Search the haystack for a needle that may not be there.

Work is not a right.

Do you see that?

Do you understand?

Despair get's it's power from a truth and it's endurance from a lie.

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