A man must
believe in more
than death
or dying. What
might that one
thing be? Love,
of course,
inevitably.
The fountainhead
from which all
life flows
or otherwise
what flows is
mere vanity
or nothing
into nothing
and doomed
to nothing more
save its own
reflection which
repeatedly is nothing
at all.
Love gives life
and only life
gives eternity.
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