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I don't know about anyone else but having been through various ways of living over 5 decades, I believe I give my life meaning.
The Beatles sang "And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make" ...
that and "love is all you need" is not a bad creed to live by, in my opinion
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The Beatles sang "And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make" ...
that and "love is all you need" is not a bad creed to live by, in my opinion
D
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Originally Posted by Dee74 
I don't know about anyone else but having been through various ways of living over 5 decades, I believe I give my life meaning.
The Beatles sang "And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make" ...
that and "love is all you need" is not a bad creed to live by, in my opinion
D
The Beatles sang "And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make" ...
that and "love is all you need" is not a bad creed to live by, in my opinion
D
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I Like The Way Uncle Walt Tells It:
Originally Posted by Walt Whitman
Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer:
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer:
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
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