Morals

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What are morals? A defense from man's own instinctive offences. Man has always been afraid of himself! He is his own worst enemy, and sees his own image scattered everywhere, lives fearing himself and dies in his own deadly doubts. But one who loves himself, and can't even think of making any harm to himself, believes in justice with himself, finds the earth a beautiful island, in this vast and endless ocean, a place to live and love, where there is beauty scattered everywhere, colors and aroma of flowers greenery of friendly trees and plants, beauty and music of birds, falls from icy mountains, rivers and fountains, dancing and running like a maid, with the silver of sand, and gold of fishes, fearless and careless enjoys a journey to the great blue ocean, to rise once again as clouds, to kiss the forests, to touch the mountains, to enjoy the climax of a love, and to die and fall on the earth as romantic rains, having passed a lovely life cycle, with a firm belief he will be absorbed by the roots he will change his shape, and blossom as colorful aromatic flowers, inviting butterflies and many other insects once again it's love! A fearless journey, passed as a pleasant dream, an endless cycle during that, no morals were needed.

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