Every Real Story Is A Never Ending

A Story Can Be New And Yet Tell About Olden Times. The Past Comes Into Existence With The Story.

To Be Wise Was To Be Above Joy And Sorrow, Fear And Pity, Ambition And Humiliation. It Was To Hate Nothing And To Love Nothing, And Above All To Be Utterly Indifferent To The Love And Hate Of Others.

All That Matters In Life," The Grey Man Went On, "is To Climb The Ladder Of Success, Amount To Something, Own Things. When A Person Climbs Higher Than The Rest, Amounts To More, Owns More Things, Everything Else Comes Automatically: Friendship, Love, Respect, Et Cetera..." "isn't There Anyone Who Loves You?" Momo Whispered.

But That Is Another Story And Shall Be Told Another Time.

You Don't Feel A Thing. There's Just Something Missing. And Once It Gets Hold Of You, Something More Is Missing Every Day. Soon There Won't Be Anything Left Of Us.