All things bright and beautiful
Accept it. This world is impersonal. The sun would rise wherever you are (except for months in winter Alaska) and set whatever you do. Flowers would grow whoever you are, and it will eventually wilt whatever you look.
This planet is not made only for the supercilious genetically transcendent few because in reality, it's a shame to say, "All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small". Don't be selfish. The world is also accessible to the dull and the horrible.
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