How Rare And Beautiful It Truly Is That We Exist 소설 & 이야기

"Particles are losing coherence. Reality is literally doubting itself apart." The Protected Democracy experienced unique anguish. "We who chose division understand. But reality cannot divide from itself to escape itself. It is trapped within its own being." Through Compassion, Sarah reached out to comfort existence itself—an impossible task that she attempted anyway. "You're not just container of suffering. You're also container of every joy, every moment of beauty, every act of love." "Are those worth the cost?" reality asked, its depression deepening. "For every moment of happiness, there are countless moments of pain. The mathematics favor non-existence."

Forever blooms. And when it does, the world becomes beautiful again. Briefly. Painfully. Perfectly. Beautiful.

"Before I saw. Before I understood. Before it showed me the truth." "What truth?" She closes her eyes. Tears falling. "That everything we think matters doesn't. That love is beautiful but temporary. That existence is a game and we're the pieces. That the Absolute is the player. And it's tired of playing alone. It wants you to play with it. To see what it sees. To know what it knows. To be what it is." "That sounds horrible."

It felt as if the very essence of the park had come alive, embracing us in its embrace. Clara broke the silence, her voice carrying a hint of wonder. "Miss Emily, do you ever think about how fortunate we are to witness the wonders of this world?" Her words resonated within me, stirring a profound appreciation for the beauty that surrounded us. "Yes, Clara," I replied, my voice filled with gratitude. "These moments, shared with loved ones in places like this, are truly priceless. They remind us of the beauty and magic that exists in every corner of the world."

“When it happens just right, it so happens that the souls that forms in their bodies – not simply the bodies themselves – are perfectly aligned to each other, as well as with the universe.” At a snap from the woman, the motes disband themselves, dissolving into the chaos of their usual movement, but still filling the little grove with a steady golden glow. “It’s incredibly rare – perhaps once in a thousand years – but that is what you two are to each other,” she says quietly. “Two souls made for each other, lucky to have been born at the same moment on earth, lucky enough to find each other. Or,” she cocks her head the side, studying us, “perhaps inevitably drawn to each other. I imagine tha

That is some weird thing to explain but yes, I might have read not knowing that it would become handy today. "That plant is very simple to identify but it cannot be seen by our naked eye. The only reason why that image exist is because once every millennium, that plant will shine and sparkle as if they are revealing themselves. Although, some statements said that there are one being who can see those plants even if they just use their natural eyes..." They are all listening to me attentively. "What being are that?" "Dwarfs..." "But... they are rare to see..."

Indeed," his voice resonated with a deep timbre, carrying an air of wisdom and experience. The two men stood side by In the vast tapestry of existence, it becomes abundantly clear that we are but mere threads, intricately woven together in the grand design of life. It is imperative, nay, our very duty, to construct bridges of profound understanding, to illuminate the minds of humanity with the profound realization of the interconnectedness that binds all living beings. In the hallowed halls of the sanctuary, a sacred space where wisdom intertwines with the ethereal, we shall embark on a journey of enlightenment. With hearts brimming with knowledge and souls adorned with experiences, we shall

"You know, I am not sure about if we'll get another opportunity like this at all. So I guess even if we see another disturbing creature again, at least we were able to see it. If you know what I mean." I know exactly what she means. It's not everyday that we get to see new species of plants and sea creatures - well I mean, we will get to see them every day if we were to live in this place. But I guess that what she meant was for us to be one of the lucky people to actually experience this.

“In the eighth paragraph, you used ordinary words to describe how uniquely special you are. You wrote, ‘the best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched.’ Mad, you’re too good for them. They don’t deserve you. Isn’t that obvious?” “Those were Helen Keller’s words. I borrowed them for the project,” she pouts quietly. “Fuck it, what matters is that you believed it. You are the most captivating luxury in this life. What does it matter if you’re not perceptible to the eyes of the undeserving? Luxury isn’t meager, so it’s not meant for the inferior. God, no hand is qualifiedly noble—hell, honorable enough—to touch you.” I will protect her to my last breath if I have

Amaris's POV How can this much beauty and perfection be awarded to a man, just one, out of billions? It's moments like this that do make me wonder if God takes a special time off to create some people. I feel he's partial when it comes to allocating beauty to his creations. I've countlessly found myself envying the beauty of Ariana Grande and Shakira, the hotness of Zayn and Drake, but the masterpiece in front of me is.. damn! He's super hot. Perfection is at its peak when it comes to him.