Don't call yourself a little child, a weak woman, or a helpless old man. There is no you before you and no you after you, and you are the only one and only being in the world and in history. So, even though your wings are small, weak, and old, spread them out and embrace the world and history under them. The day you spread your wings and stand up again, life will flap its wings and come out of you, surround you like children and follow you joyfully. People call it Love.
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