Chapter 224: A Hope, and Some Creatures

What is purpose? It is in the ways of the little child, someone said.

Quite true and eternal. It is a teaching of grace. A lesson of hope. The way to travel from loneliness long gone. It is the blowing of the wind, the swiftness of gratitude. An evidence of faith, a grand display of affection.

For a child, a gift is expected. It is a priceless gift, forever valued and true. It is the waiting of liberation from the chains of false pretext. It is what transcends love, and that from evil, good is about to rise.

From here, we see a glimpse of the future, quite strong with its beautiful promise. A consolation. A dedication to peace. It is to conquer the soul, not a bloody show of strength.

It emerges indeed from the young, and just like the little creatures, they never grow up. It is relentless and forgiving, a guide to the swelling gratitude towards the rising sun, as well as the twinkle of a million stars. They are the embodiment of ultimate hope, show of enormous faith, which, in the long run, is a precursor to the form of unconditional love.

It is a poem, so true. The ultimate expression of desires, and the substance of morals. The communication of ideals and big aspirations. The pursuit to the purpose of love, which is to bind humanity into a cohesive entity. An existence of bliss, and the celebration of memories.

Indeed, Ezra Dunster was right. A little hope, and some creatures. We remain forever grateful.

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