I remember lying down for a nap one day at about 4:00 and walking up at 11:00 the next morning.
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I knew however that the next morning after the fight I would have to get...
Who knows for what we live and struggle and die? Wise men write many books in words too hard to understand. But this the purpose of our lives the end of all our struggle is beyond all human wisdom.
