"What creatures we are. How can we be different things at the same time? We feel conflicting emotions; love and hate, joy and despair, courage and fear.
We are like some great whirling disc, of every imaginable color, on which the light constantly shifts and dances.
Picture all the faces; young and old, laughing and crying. It does not matter how old you are; 17 or 70, the disc is always there, whirling away.
Maybe all that happens as time goes by is that it just gets a little easier to figure out the colors and know for sure which ones you are looking at and what it might mean."
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