I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars. Imagine if each day a man must try to kill the moon. The moon runs away. But imagine if a man each day sould have try to kill the sun? We are born lucky. Yes, are born lucky.
The old man and the sea
Ernest Hemingway
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fuckin' wise old man
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