It is not happiness that comforts, but the caressing of emotions as they flow within. Similarly, it is not beauty that guides, but the bold and untethered existence of the beautiful. For a soul in chains, the calm of the ocean smells of corruption; it’s the indiscriminating dance of raindrops on thirsty soil that sets him free.

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