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Post #18
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What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, some-where very near, just round the corner. All is well.
I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonder-ful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socra-tes and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make our promises that time.
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I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonder-ful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socra-tes and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make our promises that time.
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SPARE ME YOUR COMPASSION, MY LORD. Please, I kindly ask you to withhold your expressions of sympathy, as I find myself fully capable of navigating my own journey.
Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
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Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
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The principles underlying library philosophy remain ever relevant—reminding us that the pursuit of knowledge is a lifelong journey that thrives best in environments where curiosity is encouraged, diversity is celebrated, and access to information is guaranteed for all.
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I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my fect.
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The act of reading and engaging with diverse materials empowers individuals to challenge prevailing narratives, question assumptions, and broaden their perspectives. This transformative potential underscores the importance of intellectual freedom, a cornerstone of library ethics that advocates for the unrestricted exploration of ideas. Libraries encourage patrons to delve into various viewpoints, fostering a culture of linguistics.
I know you always try to see the good in people, but not everyone deserves your trust. You’ve been hurt, used, and left to fix yourself alone, and it’s painful. But it’s time to stop. Protect your heart it’s soft, and that’s special. Save it for those who truly value you, not for those who only take from you. You’ve done enough for others. Now, it’s time to focus on yourself and protect the light you still have.
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I know you always try to see the good in people, but not everyone deserves your trust. You’ve been hurt, used, and left to fix yourself alone, and it’s painful. But it’s time to stop. Protect your heart it’s soft, and that’s special. Save it for those who truly value you, not for those who only take from you. You’ve done enough for others. Now, it’s time to focus on yourself and protect the light you still have.
SOLD USERNAMES: t.me/statuew/67
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ONCE BRIMMING WITH POTENTIAL FOR TENDERNESS : HER SPIRIT HAD UNDERGONE A HARROWING TRANSFORMATION, "HARDENING-INTO A FORMIDABLE SHELL OF CYNICISM AND SPITE."
The unrelenting barrage of societal cruelty and the aching void of her unfulfilled needs cemented her emotional petrification, leaving her numb, incapable of extending or receiving genuine warmth. @IMANHWABOT This stony exterior was a direct consequence of a world that had continuously withheld solace from her. The burden of her abandoned self became a strange source of comfort, a morbid form of pleasure derived from the very pain of her isolation and the jagged wounds etched by her own bitterness. In a perverse twist, the suffering that plagued her, deepening her belief in her separateness. This unhealthy entanglement with her own misery further entrenched her alienation from a world oblivious to her silent cries.
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LABYRINTH OF SELF-CONDEMNATION. UNABLE TO RECONCILE WHO-SHE-HAD-BECOME. ⚰️🫀
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The unrelenting barrage of societal cruelty and the aching void of her unfulfilled needs cemented her emotional petrification, leaving her numb, incapable of extending or receiving genuine warmth. @IMANHWABOT This stony exterior was a direct consequence of a world that had continuously withheld solace from her. The burden of her abandoned self became a strange source of comfort, a morbid form of pleasure derived from the very pain of her isolation and the jagged wounds etched by her own bitterness. In a perverse twist, the suffering that plagued her, deepening her belief in her separateness. This unhealthy entanglement with her own misery further entrenched her alienation from a world oblivious to her silent cries.
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LABYRINTH OF SELF-CONDEMNATION. UNABLE TO RECONCILE WHO-SHE-HAD-BECOME. ⚰️🫀
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