Hashz ([info]hashtreck) rakstīja,
@ 2008-09-03 00:39:00

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Humans born into this floating world
Quickly become like the roadside dust:
At dawn small children,
By sunset already grown white-haired,
Without inner understanding,
They struggle without cease.
I ask the children of the universe:
For what reason do you pass this way?


- Great Fool (1758-1831)


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