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The stranger thought it might be God himself had forgotten much from our pasts, events far distant, events of the same day. And if a thing is not in God__ mind, then what chance of it remaining in those of mortal men?

Some memories should be dead as they are like living corpse in mortal's bed

The only problem with her is that she is too perfect. She is bad in a way that entices, and good in a way that comforts. She is mischief but then she is the warmth of home. The dreams of the wild and dangerous but the memories of childhood and gladness. She is perfection. And when given something perfect, it is the nature of man to dedicate his mind to finding something wrong with it and then when he is able to find something wrong with it, he rejoices in his find, and sees only the flaw, becoming blind to everything else! And this is why man is never given anything that is perfect, because when given the imperfect and the ugly, man will dedicate his mind to finding what is good with the imperfect and upon finding one thing good with the extremely flawed, he will only see the one thing good, and no longer see everything that is ugly. And so....man complains to God for having less than what he wants... but this is the only thing that man can handle. Man cannot handle what is perfect. It is the nature of the mortal to rejoice over the one thing that he can proudly say that he found on his own, with no help from another, whether it be a shadow in a perfect diamond, or a faint beautiful reflection in an extremely dull mirror.

My love for you attains immortality whenever it is touched by the thought of death

Sit here, so I may writeyou into a poem and make you eternal.

One who lives with one__ own (Soul__) support is the Absolute Supreme Soul (Parmatma). One who lives with the body complex (relative self__) support is the embodied (mortal) self (Jeevatma).

The one whose egoism is gone, he becomes God. One is a mortal (jivatma) as long as there is egoism and if his egoism goes away, he becomes the eternal Absolute Supreme Soul (Paramatma).

A tattoo is a true poetic creation, and is always more than meets the eye. As a tattoo is grounded on living skin, so its essence emotes a poignancy unique to the mortal human condition.

In Egyptian Arabic, the word 'insan' means 'human'. If we remove the 'n', the word becomes 'insa', which means 'to forget'. So you see, the word 'forget' is taken from the word 'human'. And since it was God who created our minds and hearts, He knew from the very beginning that we would quickly forget our history, only to keep repeating the same mistakes over and over again. So the ultimate test of every human is to seek wisdom. After all, wisdom is gained from having a good memory. Only after we have passed this test will we evolve to become better humans. Man is only a forgetful mortal, but God _ He sees, hears and remembers everything.

Humans elect leaders on the basis of the promises they make. We [vampires] try to elect ours based solely on the strength of their character.

Most people do not mind dying, as long as that does not happen today.

If there were something that Mother Nature or God could do with money, She or He would have sold immortality to the rich a long time ago.

You need to be greedy or ignorant to truly want to live forever.

Death would not surprise us as often as it does, if we let go of the misbelief that newborns are less mortal than the elderly.

Attending a funeral would leave the average person insane, if they truly believed that sooner or later they are also going to die.

Ashes have no fear to burn in hellIn your heart's paradise angels dwellRib cage fastens all sins of the wrongYour bones will sing you mortality__ song

To them, as to Magnus, time was like rain, glittering as it fell, changing the world, but something that could also be taken for granted.Until you loved a mortal. Then time became gold in a miser's hands, every bright year counted out carefully, infinitely precious, and each one slipping through your fingers.

Life is only precious because it ends, kid. Take it from a god. You mortals don't know how lucky you are