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It is said that the Garden of Eden and the Hell of Gehenna are right next to each other.
To create the one, space had to be borrowed from the other.
But there is a bird flipping his tail next to my window. He scratches his little head with his foot and flies off. And baby squirrels are learning how to look for nuts in my backyard.
These things make me smile. As does the sunshine, and the flowers I will help to bloom.
"And the will theirin lieth, which does not die...
Who knoweth the mysteries of the will, with its vigour...
Man does not yield himself to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will."
To create the one, space had to be borrowed from the other.
But there is a bird flipping his tail next to my window. He scratches his little head with his foot and flies off. And baby squirrels are learning how to look for nuts in my backyard.
These things make me smile. As does the sunshine, and the flowers I will help to bloom.
"And the will theirin lieth, which does not die...
Who knoweth the mysteries of the will, with its vigour...
Man does not yield himself to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will."