"I am only human, although I regret it." Mark Twain
Mortal soul, adrift in cosmic grace, A spark divine within your fragile frame, The heavens made you for a sacred place, Yet blindness veils the world, and none proclaim The truth that burns within each beating heart: A mission carved by hands unseen, divine. …
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