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Eventually we will all turn to dust. Everything withers and dies. Mountains will crumble and lands that were are no more. Life is chaos. But after the noise settles, life finds peace. What starts with a Big Bang sooths harmoniously with a quiet breeze. It is that sound that all life seeks.

So it is not what is perished that we loss, but what we have gained through the aftermath that we cherish

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