I was thinking about life and death and it came to me that life the whole history of the universe is like a painting. All the comets, the asteroids, the clouds, solar systems, planets, our lives are brushstrokes. They all have a time on the canvas some more than others, but the strokes goes on as long as the painter needs it to in order to create this masterpiece.
Who is the painter? That is not important. Some call him God, some Allah, some Krishna etc etc. The important thing to remember is keep your part of the painting bright and beautiful...
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