Worldly Chat

"God, if you really feel sorry for me, just let me dream about my mother for a while longer!" "I don't bet on the goodness of human nature, I bet on the evil of human nature. I don't bet that they want her to live, but I bet that they want me to die." "Except for my death, there will be no hope of seeing you again." "Son, don't hate Dad anymore. Dad can hardly remember what you look like." "Grandma, they all say you can see ghosts in the cemetery at night. Can you come out and meet me?" Screaming one after another, is this world really like purgatory? I don't believe it, but this cry is like the poison of tarsal bones, constantly reverberating in the depths of the soul. The living seem to be dead, and the dead are tormenting the living soul all the time.