There are things worse than death. Half-life. Silent agony. There are things better than mere living. Isn't it funny then that the threat of true life can send a person into half-living? I shall endeavor to follow no law that offends that law I find written on my heart.
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
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