The tree is happy because
it is scarcely sentience,
the hard rock is happier still,
it feels nothing:
there is no pain as great as
being alive.
no burden heavier than that of
conscious life.
To be,
and to know nothing,
and to lack a way,
and the dread of having been,
and future terrors...
From...
And the sure terror of being
dead tomorrow,
and to suffer through all life
and through the
darkness of not knowing.
And through what we do not know
and hardly suspect...
Life is not easy or.
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