"Artık uyuyacaksın," diye bilgilendirdi beni kalın bir sesle. "Ve yarın aynı şeyleri tekrar yapacağız. Ve tekrar. Bir sabah kalkıp her neydiyse, seni yine de öldürmediğini fark edene kadar."
If God exists he isn't just churches and mathematics.
He's the forest, He's the desert.
He's the ice caps, that are dying.
He's the ghetto and the Museum of Fine Arts.
He's van Gogh and Allen Gingsberg and Robert Motherwell
He's the many desperate hands, cleaning and preparing
their weapons.
He's every one of us, potentially.
The leaf of grass, the genius, the politician,
the poet.
And if this is true, isn't it something very important?
He was still expressionless, he continued to move forward relentlessly.
I had once screamed, gradually, I lost my voice.
I had once cried, gradually, I lost my tears.
I had once grieved, gradually, I became able to withstand everything.
I had once rejoiced, gradually, I became unmoved by the world.
And now!
All I have left is an expressionless face, my gaze is as tough as a monolith, only perseverance remains in my heart.
This is my own, an insignificant character, Fang Yuan’s — Perseverance!
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