In pure light just as in pure darkness nothing can be seen.
Hegel
He was once a passer-by, a sidekick who lingered in the book but was never mentioned.
It seems like everything is as it should be
Just like the sun will rise from the east tomorrow as usual.
But is this really destined?
Who changed history?
Who is the butterfly flapping its wings?
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