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When I Had My Sheep, I Was Happy, And I Made Those Around Me Happy. People Saw Me Coming And Welcomed Me, He Thought. But Now I'm Sad And Alone. I'm Going To Become Bitter And Distrustful Of People Because One Person Betrayed Me. I'm Going To Hate Those Who Have Found Their Treasure Because I Never Found Mine. And I'm Going To Hold On To What Little I Have, Because I'm Too Insignificant To Conquer The World.

We Have To Stop And Be Humble Enough To Understand That There Is Something Called Mystery.

They Were Seeking Out The Treasure Of Their Destiny, Without Actually Wanting To Live Out Their Destiny.

That 'simple Desire' To Share Something Meant That We Could Enter The World Of Language Without Words, Where Everything Is Always Clear And There Is No Danger Of Being Misinterpreted.

Forgive But Do Not Forget, Or You Will Be Hurt Again. Forgiving Changes The Perspectives. Forgetting Loses The Lesson.