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Missions

Some say that we humans, have a mission here on earth. Somebody should teach that to the ears of idiots. Few discover their mission, they rationalize that being a scientist or a poet must be their mission. Few understand, that loving your horse or dog, is both holy and ordained. It's expected. Saying sorry, ten times a day is our mission. Knowing that nothing matters, but caring anyway - that is a mission, We were not sent here, to do great things, great accomplishments are easy. Making an excellent cup of tea, mixing a perfect margarita, hugging a sulky wife. These are great missions - do them well.

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