Since we live in a world where there is no love, the years are "fire wells" as you say. Not everyone can regain their love and hate because they threw them into these wells. They become traumatized, tired and collapse. Sediments, on the other hand, wait for centuries to evolve and reach maturity again just to become the humus of future generations.
Let's not forget that, as we know; If even one gram of soil reaches the maturity that will yield in 1000 years, we will learn to live by resisting to clean the dirt, rust and mud that we have accumulated in our own wells by eating more bread and struggling. I have not reached this fact yet, dear Master. But I am a student trying to learn. My grades are bad, the roads are stony, thorny and carrot.
The problem is to distinguish between useful and unhelpful right and wrong.
A certain knowledge is required to make this distinction.
There is nothing that the right information with the right consciousness cannot obtain
The only constant is change must keep pace with the times
First, the time is adjusted, then the race is started.
If you put something in front of time, you are ahead of time
I haven't started life again, my dear poet. My feet are broken, my hands are handcuffed, my soul is anxious, tired, worn, injured, bruised, sorrowed, and it smears me up. All my favorites would have been exhausted without that person. I call it love and try to live. With an arabesque expression; “If this is to live, who knows how to die.” Although I have inexhaustible sentences, I have no remedy to write sentences, the pencil shrinks, the pencil sharpener is blunted, the ink on the ink has dried, the quill is broken and the curl is bent.