the ghosts of snow rise
thin cold pale from the March fields
but cling to the earth
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This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. (Man and Superman)
— George Bernard ShawThe Cat Cam
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