It was a fine escape to wonderland, but still, it has to end. It could have been a dream, except that when I look at my books, I know it is not. Much as I detest this return, it is a necessary evil that hovers around the masses' lives.
One searches for the meaning to the things that have been done, is doing, and will be done. It is too, a necessary evil that I establish myself as the microcosm where the different aspects must be cultivated before the country flourishes. Meaning must be sought in its own time and domain.
It begins anew.
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