If I have a daughter I shall name her Anger.
Her sword shall slay the sons
Whose fathers wronged the mothers.
If I have a son I shall name him Bitterness.
His hands shall choke the daughters
Whose mothers blamed the fathers.
And if I have a child I shall name them Sadness.
Math gets it right.
The normal sticks out from the plane.
And if everything is normal
There is no plane.
Life gets it right.
It’s normal to stick out from the plain.
And since everything is normal
There is no plain.
I am all alone.
You are all alone.
We are all alone.
Together.
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I am not alone.
You are not alone.
We are all
Together.
The point of life is to die a good death;
For the time we spend dead
Dwarfs the time we spend alive
And a good death is sung of for ages.
The best odds for dying a good death
Is to live a good life,
So that in the final moments
Those alive sing of your life for ages.
That measure is taken at the last breath
Which brings hope to the vilest of villains:
A bad life can be eclipsed with
A single act of momentous selflessness.
That measure is taken at the last breath
Which brings fear to the purest of puritans:
A good life can be eclipsed with
A single act of petty selfishness.
Infinite sets can be of different sizes.
The set of integers in the universe continues ad infinitum.
The set of real numbers in the universe continues ad infinitum.
Yet reals are more infinite
For reals are manifold between integers
If you know how to look.
The set of ugliness in the universe continues ad infinitum.
The set of beauty in the universe continues ad infinitum.
Yet beauty is more infinite
For beauty is manifold between ugliness
If you know how to look.
A. B. Clarke 