philosophy
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A stranger from a strange land Appearing through the fog Striding the landscape no sign of being lost He was clearly other worldly In his attire and his look There was crackling underfoot From the sharpness of the frost And the darkness was giving way slowly to light But the stranger dressed in black robes…
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If I had one last piece of food And another had nothing at all I would halve what I had out of kindness and compassion And others may say I am mad it’s survival of the fittest But to me that sounds like selfishness and greed And I’d rather die sharing in an act of…