How would the rose ever realize that it was profusely scented; unless and until it witnessed a pile of fetid garbage diffusing its unbearable stench towards
plain sky?
How would satiny cotton ever realize that it was voluptuously soft; unless and until it witnessed a mountain of thorns; barbarically ripping apart through innocuous flesh?
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Life and death! Going along and aging; learning as we grow. Nice piece of work.