Below is the poem entitled The Philosopher which was written by poet
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How the world has corrupted into ways only sorrows can succeed and arise for show from others, hate, disgust and only those who can prevent it of affect are the ones who have enforced such a horrid thing, there is much in life that has of great beauty, the sun, the happiness we share, as animals we must adapt to the things that makes us feel bad, language has become very powerful, occasions we must adapt and has become a curse trying to recover from so much bad, allow happiness arise and banish all wrong though it is not easy, so forget all that is not important, though try is not always successful, try you have and that is good enough, indeed life has transpired in a way that cannot move, we much commit action and can only have consequence, with that consequence we must adapt and proceed, one bad apple can form an army... Why is this true, adapting, we all count and that is what forms our world, God, Gods, no Gods, we must act for our own truth. Truth exist through action, action we have formed, there is so much more, but those are to be self accomplished with this insight, if you choose to listen, let it be a challenge. So much between these lines, so many translations of this, only one say and many follow, that is our life and that is what makes life complicated, as well as little things needing put together not little thing made bigger and blind all other sights to see. Think well fore an answer? Should not be I but thy self.