What is the end of life? It is to be a friend. Ever notice how our
problems seem to clear away when we like someone? Nothing else matters
except the feelings of people. All else is so much decoration.
It is in the arena of the heart where the true world revolves.
That is where all the beauty or horror is, and where all the meaning and
purpose for our being dwells. Feelings are more important than volcanic
eruptions. Someone down and out, made to feel hope and love, is of more
worth than the birth of a star.
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