The butterfly flitting from flower to flower ever remains mine, I lose the one that is netted by me.
-Rabindranath Tagore, philosopher, author, songwriter, painter, educator, composer, Nobel laureate (7 May 1861-1941)
When the judgment day comes, civilization will have an alibi "I never took a human life, I only sold the fellow the gun to take it with...
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