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Lev Tolstoy The Blessing of Love

Now, having sensed this, it became to me both scary and, most importantly, strange to think of that terrible hateful life that most of us, born for love and for good, now live.
Who we are, what we are? Because we’re only insignificant, likely to disappear at any moment creatures, leaped out from obscurity for a moment into this wonderful, joyful life, with the sky, the Sun, forests, meadows, rivers, birds, animals, with the bliss of love for all – for family, for our own soul, for the kindness, and for all living beings.
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Lev Tolstoy The Blessing of Love

We, these creatures, don’t find anything better rather than to give this short, uncertain moment of life, on the verge of being interrupted at any minute, - to disfigure it with ten-storied buildings, pavements, smoke, smog, to bury ourselves in these slums, descend under the Earth to extract the stones and iron to build railroads delivering worldwide unnecessary to anyone people and unnecessary products, and, most importantly, instead of leading a joyful life, life of love, - to hate, fear, harass, hassle, kill, lock, execute, to learn to kill, and to kill each other.
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Lev Tolstoy The Blessing of Love

I ask you one thing, dear brothers: just question whether that life, which has evolved among us, is the one that should be (this life is a perversion of life) , and believe that love is the purpose, the essence, the benefit of our life, and that strive for something good that lives in every heart, that sorrow over something that is missing yet what we should have: bliss - that legitimate sense which should be satisfied and gets satisfied easily if only people don’t consider life, as now, what is a perversion of it.
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