The sun goes down, is swallowed whole by the darkness. We cannot see it anymore and there is nothing left of us but the moon, the devil, and the night time. Who are we to say that there is solace and peace in the sunshine? Why do we not love the night? Why do we not worship the moon for its tide-giving cycle bringing love? Without birth and death, there would be no life only one remaining constant, an unchangeable living death that would mean nothing.
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