You are not worthless, in primitive society, our ancestors sat around the fire at night, in the darkness where the fire could not light, the wolves howled, and then a man started talking, he would tell a story, so that everyone not so scared anymore. Who is not forever like a cage, who is not born alienated until death alone. Cutting off the branches above will not kill the roots of the underground tree. We can't be the person we aspire to be, we can only be ourselves. Injuries and rejections endure in poetry. Only grand concepts are worth writing about. Write the little things, the epics, the great books that make a great nation. About years, short stories. There are other ways to live, like loving your children and watching them grow up healthy; like raising a family, doing a meaningful job; doing your best to help others. Even though your tongue is eloquent, your words are eloquent, and your words are gorgeous, you still don't understand the meaning of life at all, for example, looking into another person's eyes and sympathizing with him. The Isle of Caliban / Baltimore Tobacco Road Death in the Afternoon Tender Time and River The sun rises The sun rises look homeward, angel, look home A farewell to arms A farewell to arms
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