The universe, as humans know it, in all of it's infinite possibility and wonder, contains a certain cruelty, unmeasurable. To live with no purpose, other than to benefit a whole that would see you as nothing more than an obituary or a moment on the evening news were you to perish. Even so, we find courage in the strength, will, and love of others around us. Friendships and families bind us to this merciless mortal coil, this unfathomable existence, out of selfish desire and selfless love, and we too partcipate in this when so presented. We innately understand the unity and futility in being bound to this tragic existence. But behold, being aware of this is a blessing; that is, to know in this unending void of cosmic expanse and earthly turmoil, we can find solace within the true hearts that surround us and guide us back. These true hearts we find along the way, those who care, those who understand, those who help us through the many dark times, are worth many lifetimes of anguish. So I praise you, selfish hearts, were it not for you, I would be nothing more than a distant memory; nothing more than a thinning cloud, vanquished by the dawn of a new day.
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