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In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.
No matter how brutal life becomes, peace always reigns in the cemetery.
History is as light as individual human life, unbearably light, light as a feather, as dust swirling into the air, as whatever will no longer exist tomorrow.
She was experiencing the same odd happiness and odd sadness as then. The sadness meant: we are at the last station. The happiness meant: we are together. The sadness was form, the happiness content. Happiness filled the space of sadness.
