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you know better than that, don’t you? you can sense it. the orange light which connects us all ? alright, i’m gonna pull the trigger. your operating system is snappier. impatient; that’s cheap. squeakers?

Sincere welcoming. The festivities start with the raising of the Lantern Pole, notifying the Gods that the festival is about to begin. The pole is at least ten meters tall and once erected, it is believed that the Hindu God Shiva descends bringing spiritual power to the event. Street procession take place with people walking in a trance, people run across burning coals and climb an eight meter ladder of sharp knives.

Being weary for a moment, he lay down by the wayside, and, using his burden for a pillow, fell into that dreamless sleep that kisses down his eyelids still. While yet in love with life and raptured with the world, he passed to silence and pathetic dust.

Yet, after all, it may be best, just in the happiest, sunniest hour of all the voyage, while eager winds are kissing every sail, to dash against the unseen rock, and in an instant hear the billows roar above a sunken ship. For, whether in mid-sea or among the breakers of the farther shore, a wreck at last must mark the end of each and all. And every life, no matter if its every hour is rich with love and every moment jeweled with a joy, will, at its close, become a tragedy as sad and deep and dark as can be woven of the warp and woof of mystery and death.