The man's greatness is measured in Based on what we look for and the insistence with which he is seeking. (Heidegger)
The matter composing it from a distance. Time can not frighten them and space is what he calls home ..
A man made of stars looking our lives .. Our problems bore him silly. The beauty and vanity does not attract him. Wealth and power do smile ..
We are like dust in the wind for him, but we have something that intrigues him, torments him, something he will never try. He that is within it a spark of energy, balance .. Already
.. the his eternal perfection makes him different from us, but he will never know what it means to be born, be generated by love .. an act for him as primitive, but it heats up more than a thousand suns .. will never know .. and live in his eternal desire to try for once the heat of imperfection ..
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