He is sick again.
The cat crosses his path, boom! Trip.
He sleeps.
He dreams all of Italy is plaid.
He dreams.
Christopher Columbus invented the ball-point pen.
He wakes up.
What is the difference of history here, or there?
What things appear double, triple, multiple, but are just funny reflections of an ideal that does not exist, beyond just being an ideal?
But then loving, truly, because it is a good thing to do.
Because stars don't. They just exist.
Because money does not. It just is here.
Because the sea does not.
Because there is no outward reward.
Doing the right thing, and never having it tracked or recorded.
Doing the kind thing, even if it heads you into oblivion
Right motivation, wherever it takes you.
OK
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