During times of depression, there are people who do not know what to do. That also happened after the massive elections in Africa in the nineties. There was a time of euphoria and all of that collapsed like the Tour of Babel.
Some soup or a bowl of rice,
there was no difference,
because it was a meal.
So, you have to round it up,
because you are full of it,
and you do not know which way to go.
Therefore, that is important,
and the power of it can be endless,
until you find the end of it.
Thus, you have to feed it,
like you feed yourself,
if you look just as it is.
And then the scent will come out,
like the ordor of the flower,
in a calm evening night.
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