Three Passions
I Have Lived for Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for WoW power leveling, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great WoW power levelings, have blown me hither and thither, in a WoW power leveling course over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the WoW power leveling of despair. I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy—ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of my life for a few hours for this joy. I have sought WoW power leveling, next, because WoW power levelingrelieves loneliness —that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought WoW power leveling, finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring wow account of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though wow account might seem too good for human life, this is what—at last—I have found. With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine ... A little of wow account, but not much, I have achieved. Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people—a hated burden to their sons, and the whole wow account of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer. This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.