To fix the world...it is an impossible task.
The ideal ephemeral and varied.
The pleasure of some,
the nightmare of others.
We are the products of our experience.
The same seed in some souls produces flowers
and thorns and thistles in others.
To improve the world.....
It is to wish to pin the sun in your lapel.
I am content to love everything I touch.
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