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The world is loud, outrageous and ridiculous.

But I find that mostly it is quiet and sad,

The little plays, enacted in little rooms. Never seen.

People don't live amazing lives, they just do whatever they do, day after grey day. Then they die without dignity smelling awful, in pain.

You won't always be sad, or happy. You'll just be all of it. At random intervals. And few enough people will care. Maybe that shall be enough for you.

You can't have sadness, without happiness.

There is no Blue without Yellow, or without Orange.

Vincent saw that.

You won't die well, with a cloud of your achievements behind you. You'll just die.

This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.

Thomas saw that.