The meaning of life itself is derived from the reality of ending and death.

I&#39;ve always had a natural fear of the police, or abuse of their power.

I have an idealistic view of science as a liberalising and progressive force for humanity.

Love transforms and love cures;but,sometimes,love builds deadly traps and can end up destroying a person who had resolved to give him or herself completely.What is this complex feeling which,deep down,is the only reason we continue to live,struggle and improve?

Written By Paulo Coelho

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