Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.
..it is helpful to think of yourlife not in terms of work but in terms of music__articularly a symphony. A symphony, traditionally, hasfour parts to it__our movements, as they__e called. So does Life. There is the first movement, infancy;then the second movement, the time of learning; the long third movement follows, the time of working; andfinally, this fourth movement, traditionally called __etirement,_ though now that is an increasinglycomplex concept. It is much better to think of it as the Fourth Movement, a triumphant, powerful ending tothe symphony of our life here on earth.
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..it is helpful to think of yourlife not in terms of work but in terms of music__articularly a symphony. A symphony, traditionally, hasfour parts to it__our movements, as they__e called. So does Life. There is the first movement, infancy;then the second movement, the time of learning; the long third movement follows, the time of working; andfinally, this fourth movement, traditionally called __etirement,_ though now that is an increasinglycomplex concept. It is much better to think of it as the Fourth Movement, a triumphant, powerful ending tothe symphony of our life here on earth.
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