There are people who, if you have any dealings with them, you will be harmed, and there are people who are the opposite - they bring something good to your life just by virtue of you being associated with them.
Arthur Miller's play The Crucible is, among other things, about an ordinary man whose commitment to decency - just to basic decency and honesty - leads to a state of affairs in which he has to go to his death.
We go through our trials and tribulations alone and we only understand later.
It does make sense. What was suffering becomes a song.
It was Goethe who wrote that 'colors are the deeds and suffering of light'.
That quote always makes me think of flowers, and also of something I saw when I lived in Hong Kong. After working in the evening, part of my journey home involved getting the star ferry across the harbor. There were these huge neon signs, the light of which was reflected in the harbor. So there was this shimmering expanse of different colors.
The lights themselves weren't that attractive but their reflection on the water was beautiful.
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