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Swelling. Everything swells before it wanes. Pride, love, empires, hatred. Everything, including money. The swelling of countries leads to the swelling of money, leading to swelling of greed and of wealth, then of contempt. Then the bubble bursts and all wanes, and all stops the swell. All stops.
Baby. Too many babies, 8 babies to a woman in Bangladesh. Why? Too much death. Too many babies because too many die. We need balance in both, don't we? Balance and relaxing of numbers, of population, production and death. The craziness of the imbalance will kill us. We need Malthus back.
I'm a stranger, maybe a friend. You'll never know, for I'm passing through. That's always the case, isn't it? Just passing through. No one ever stays long enough to enjoy life and if they do, they realize it's too late. Or is it? Maybe that's what we need in life. We need to relax , find a place were we can be residents, and stay, and stay happy, and be no longer just a visitor.
Speak words neverending. Nevermore ceasing. Continual words and sounds and letters and lines. All these things compile to song and sound, poetry and story. More importantly, they become truth. Lines become truth, and truth is vital. Always speak, and always speak truth. For that is all that holds us together.
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