A friend once told me that it's useless if someone tries to change the world, to make it a better place, or even the thought of it is so crumby, he said. My dearest friend, why are you so blind? Kafka told me about you, "Finally his eyes grow dim and he does not know whether the world is really darkening around him or whether his eyes are only deceiving him." I can't agree with you. If we end up to die, and if we're all dying now, and if there is no heaven in afterlife, or even if there is no afterlife at all, why don't we let others taste a little piece of heaven that we've once tasted?
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