Why should I keep trying when no one seems to care? Never mind who cares. See that flower? Is it clamoring, "Look at me!" and complaining because its tiny yellow jewel-flame is half-hidden by its cinquefoil leaves? Does it turn on and off its being like a lamp and go dark when I'm not here to appreciate its minute beauty? Shining for self, our light goes dim.
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