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One Place, One Person

People could never watch sunrise at many places, simultaneously.
Anybody can do it at one place. Sunset neither.


All of our destined truths are present at this fact.
Only this is absolutely the sole truth.


We all could never stay at plural places synchronically.


One life, one place, from the beginning to the end of it, so consistently.
One place, one person. Only it was given to us in no exception.


Any beginning starts just once.
One life, one place.
One life’s beginning with one place, any beginning must start at one place, and one life’s ending with one place.
Any ending would come just once with just one place.


One place, one life, anytime we are at just one place, and one time, we could never present at plural times at once from the beginning to even to the last moment to be dead, as a farewell to life itself.


One place, one person, just only its fact is present for all of us.


We all could never be born at plural places nor we all could never die at plural places.
We all could never be born at plural ages nor we all could never die at plural ages.


Only that is amazing, only it is never be intruded by any power, any authority, any kind of great person, any sort of genius person could never switch that simple law, probably forevermore, and everlastingly to the end of the universe.


Nothing could be so wonderful, nor so astonishing but that truth.


Only one place anytime for all of us, mutually distanced with each particular position, that must never be switched, only it is absolute universality.


Only one place anytime, we can stay.
We could never stay at plural places at once, synchronically.


Only its thing is amazing, and wonderful.
Other all things even if these are so tough and hard, they all could never win our absolute truth one person, one place we stay, be born and die.
That’s all we respect, what we respect is just only it, and only its thing is just perfect!


(Mar. 20th. 2020)