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04.12.2010

Day for day and year has been going to eternity.
One day, one year, one life; how many do I have?
We live and die while the world continues to live.Is our life fortuitousness or consistent pattern of evolution?
What for do we live? Do we live to be animals or to be perfect individual?
I live to be perfect person, and you?
What can we give to world? Can we give a lot of scrap-heaps or a lot of perfect works of art?
Unfortunately, we are giving a just war, destruction of nature and hatred of each other.
Cain is killing Abel again and again.

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