If only deers are as big as the Trojan in Troy...
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And what you thought you came for. Is only a shell, a husk of meaning. From which the purpose breaks only when it is fulfilled. If at all. Either you had no purpose. Or the purpose is beyond the end you figured. And is altered in fulfilment. - T.S Eliot, Little Gidding
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