There are no absolute truths.
You are free to wrap your half-truths into whatever,
that is the true beauty of it.
You can make the rest up.
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For long centuries, the tree had been alone, its heart sealed
with heavy chains. But no more. New, powerful emotions
began to take hold, causing its heart to lighten. This was
more than the simple emotions it had been designed to feel:
it was the beginnings of a soul..

"Why should providence thus completely ruin his creatures, and render them so absolutely miserable...
So without help, abandoned, so entirely depressed, that it could hardly be rational to be thankful for such a life?"
"But something always returned swift upon me to check these thoughts, and to reprove me."
"Well, you are in a desolate condition, it is true."
"But, pray remember, where are the rest of you?"
"Why were you singled out? is it better to be here or there?"
"And then i pointed to the sea."
"All evils are to be considered with the good that is in them..."
"...And with what worse attends them."

According to this passage, if being a castaway is your misfortune, then consider it a blessing to have ended up on Poe Bidau's great and magnanimous battleship at the end of your journey.

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If your force someone over the edge, you leave no way out for yourself too.

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Silver January
White February
Black March
Green April
Yellow May
Luminous June
Indigo July
Blue August
Dark September
Red October
Golden November
Colourless December
Rainbow Undecimber

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"then why do you keep drawing?"