An unforgiving blaze of heat beats down on sweat drenched brows. The field workers don’t have time to wipe the stinging salt from their eyes. You barely get a chance to whisper to the man next to you, “I can’t …
Rats called men scamper through their mazes looking for that ever so tempting curd of happiness. Their myopic vantage affords them nothing more than a predisposition to striving for temporary satiation.
Far from being the end-all be-all, achieving happiness is …
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