A myriad of men are born; they labor and sweat and struggle;...they squabble and scold and fight; they scramble for little mean advantages over each other; age creeps upon them; infirmities follow;
... those they love are taken from them, and the joy of life is turned to aching grief.
It (the release) comes at last--the only unpoisoned gift earth ever had for them--and they vanish from a world where they were of no consequence, ... a world which will lament them a day and forget them forever.
~ Mark Twain shortly before his death
(Jesus: "I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly." ~ John 10:10)
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