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Human minds can’t grasp the truth, but they also can’t completely ignore the allure of the supernatural—the magic.
Ick. Folklore. Humans sometimes have the grossest imaginations.
Nothing confounds magic more than the humans’ disbelief of it.
For there to be life, there must be death.
Love is sorrow. Sorrow is rage.
And what is love? Love is hope. What is hope? Hope is life. What is life? Life is light.
can’t I choose to be better? Can’t I choose to be good?”
No one ever tells you that love wipes out your sense of self-preservation.
Love makes fools of us all.
