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The Act Of Living Had Been Enjoyable; At Some Point When I Was Not Paying Attention, It Had Turned Into A Different Sort Of Experience, To Whose Grimness I Had Grown So Accustomed That I Now Took It For Granted.

That Was What He Wanted, To Be Baked Dry And Hard, To Feel The Vaporous Worries Evaporating One By One, To Know Finally That All The Damp Little Doubts And Hesitations That Covered The Floor Of His Being Were Curling Up And Expiring In The Great Furnace-blast Of The Sun.

Life Is Lived Only Once. And The Less Seriously The Better.

The Only Thing That Makes Life Worth Living Is The Possibility Of Experiencing Now And Then A Perfect Moment. And Perhaps Even More Than That, It's Having The Ability To Recall Such Moments In Their Totality, To Contemplate Them Like Jewels.

Since The World Began Has Any Man Ever Been Able To Know What Would Happen Tomorrow? The World Of Men Is Today. I'm Asking You To Open Your Heart Today. Tomorrow Belongs To Allah.