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The difficult part is accepting that.
Everyone is entitled to happiness.
The difficult part is fulfilling that.
Everyone is entitled to happiness.
The difficult part is working out a compromise.
Because from now on,
I’m going to live a much much happier life.
I’m not going to compromise with just this.
We’ll retrieve all the happiness that we missed.
100 years worth for me
1000 years worth for you."
If you want to know what make dolls so unnerving, It's because they're modelled after humans.
In other words, It is because they are no less than humanity Itself. The fear that humans might be reduced to simple mechanisms and materials.
The fear, in other words, that the human phenomenon... Is fundamentally devoid of meaning and purpose. Even science, which has tried to shed light on the phenomenon of life, has played a major role in formenting this fear. The belief that nature is quantifiable leads to the conclusion... That humanity can also be reduced to simple mechanical parts.
"The human body is a machine which winds Its own springs. It's the living image of perpetual movement.""
In the story that I have written, you can fly in freedom.
Here is my final incantation,
so that your light will know no shadow.
So that the splendid golden dream will not be sullied
by the sadness brought about from the truth.
The forest of sin,
that consumed the little bird,
has withered in silence.
Petals fallen in the wind wrap up
the pale cheeks with gentleness.
That day, how many mysteries
would I have had to solve in order to be able to carry you away?
Rest, rest in peace.
In the illusion that you have created,
I have come to know love.
I will not stop speaking your name,
in order to continue to give life to your wishes.
So that nothing and no one can drag you away
into the darkness of oblivion.
Rest, rest in peace.
My sweet love...... in peace."