When the day calls it a day, when a dusky evening enters the night -deep and dark, it opens up the gates for dawn to draw. The birds that retire to their nests when the dusk draws it is to start another day singing and chirping. This cycle of time is unending. Some thing that looks like an end is infact the beginning. Some thing that begins ends too, some thing that ends begins too. Perennially, perpetually and then eternally, the sequence lives, lives on, lives on for ever. A most powerful factor in itself as it is, this self generating sequence is the Immanent Will never knowing an end to its operations. Like this only are all the human beings, nay all beings in the world, who are born because they are to die, they die because they have to relive.
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Fine,interesting and appealing.
I also join the above commenter
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