.
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What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?
I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved.
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I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey
to find its source, and how the moon wept
without her lover's
warm gaze.
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We weep when light does not reach our hearts, We wither
like fields if someone close
does not rain their
kindness
upon
us.
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~ Meister Eckhart
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