Ideas of power and wealth, they’re such primal ideas, and very close to the earth, seeds are scattered, are you content to be buried, or do you dare to walk the road, go on the journey, though Mount Olympus was a hill, the direction still went upwards, though Icarus reached too highly, you have his lesson to learn from, so many textbooks, and the internet, it’s not difficult to learn how to drive safely, so many roads wind up the mountain, get into insurance and handle claims, go to school, and move on to accounting, three or four years, maybe find yourself in management, learn art, philosophy, and science, walk the road, but keep going, to be stuck with greed and lust, never greater than the world, and always under the night, the moon, your mom, she smiles in the sky, in the end, who are you serving, life, love, laughing...

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