Once he knew that the universe is constantly whispering loving support, he started to listen very carefully. In the eyes and voices of friends The Universe whispers into his ear of its love and devotion to him. Through the body of a lover The Universe soothes the engine of his mind, the worries of his soul and the heart felt throes of his body. A night wind caresses his face and makes the summer trees sigh those millions of soft, green leaves rustling together. In the grassy fields of oblivion an undulating sea of multicolored flowers punctuated, here and there, by large granite stones ... listening very, very carefully he hears the quiet preaching of the stones there in the dusk wholly alone.
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