Suddenly he was aware with certainty and joy that below, ahead, they were waiting for him; and that they were waiting, too, for the baby.

Being old does not mean that you are wise because wise people don't grow with age but with wisdom.

His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink.

Knowing others is wisdom, knowing yourself is enlightenment.

Written By Thinker Belle

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