not even remotely amusing
A raindrop, dripping from a cloud, / Was ashamed when it saw the sea. / "Who am I where there is a sea?" it said. / When it saw itself with the eye of humility, / A shell nurtured it in its embrace.
-Saadi of Shiraz (c. 1200 AD)
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There is always something to do. There are hungry people to feed, nαked people to clothe, sick people to comfort and make well. And while I ...
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