What is it that makes a man? Is it his words? Is it his deeds?What is in the heart of man? Is it truth? Is it greed? When there is nothing left, are you less of a man? Or in the shadow of nothing do you find your fate? Is the truth of who we are. In those things we possess? Or in the emptiness do we find ourselves? For we are not things? We are that which can not be touched by human hand. We are the spirit of the dawning day. New and fresh, Not belonging to anyone. And owning nothing. For in death is that which we held to ours? Or are we as the wind? Owning nothing, only touching and moving on.
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