Life. Step by step moving with the gentle ticking of the intangible hands of the clockwork universe.
And mankind tries to put to understanding this giant mechanism that rotates upon systems beyond his comprehension. Incapability to read the tales written within the seeming chaotic worldly journey makes man the most uncertain of creatures.
What will be in tomorrow? What is written within today? replica watches What has been left in the past? All things change. All things remain the same. Deviation occurs. Tradition holds its course.
And man is still unsure.
Of all things, only 2 things are for certain.
And one of them, is that all in this world that lives, must die.
A person will call himself to account so that one day when he is sixty years old he will be counting his days and will find that they are twenty-one thousand and six-hundred in number. He lets out a scream and says: “Woe be to me, chanel handbags I will meet my Lord with twenty-one thousand sins.
How will it be when there are thousands of sins in a day?!” Then he falls to the ground unconscious, and dies.
The price of freedom is greater than all of creation put together.
The cost of life, far beyond imagining. So much so that even if you work throughout an entire millennia, still you will be unable to compensate for it.
Man is greatly indebted.
He owes so much.
Yet, man forgets.
Ignorant.
He is ungrateful.
And when he is grateful, he becomes incapable.
Such is the state of man.
:::amid the shadows of trancendence:::
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