| | To be a adroit human being is to be enduring a philanthropic of openness to the mankind, an ability to guardianship unsure things beyond your own restrain, that can take you to be shattered in uncommonly extreme circumstances as which you were not to blame. That says something remarkably important thither the prerequisite of the righteous passion: that it is based on a trustworthiness in the fitful and on a willingness to be exposed; it's based on being more like a plant than like a sparkler, something rather tenuous, but whose acutely precise handsomeness is inseparable from that fragility.
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