Hell is truth seen too late. Thomas Hobbes
But the ungrateful, in his blind leap, Ignores the goods that are given to him, Like one who tramples without relief The flowers that the meadow has sown. And what was pure blessing Transforms for hardened hearts Into weight, into trouble, into hard pain. Water itself, if st…
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