How ironic it is sometimes when beautiful thinkers and writers remain largely unknown. A very dear friend of mine said the following things but this friend is relatively unknown to the world. Does the world deserve the likes of who write nowadays or these silent gems?
since i learnt french, my dog barks only in french
in the flowing rivers of eternal perfection is unending silence…
and the most beautiful of all:
Innocence is Truth’s nascent light.
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