因为他的手虽然重而硬，却由一只看不见的温柔之手指引着。
他带来的杯子，虽然灼烧你的唇，却是由陶匠自己神圣的泪水打湿陶土而铸成的。
on pain
and a : tell us of pain.
and he said:
your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you knoh the rief.
much of your pain is self-chosen.
it is the bitter potion by h heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the unseen,
and the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay oistened with his own sacred tears.
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