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Dread! The dread is here to stay. “The greatest mercy of all, is perhaps the inability of the human mind, to correlate all its contents." We are just minute particles in the gamut of existence. A candle cannot light the whole of the world. If it remains lit, doesn't matter to the Earth. We are but only candles in the vast stretch of the mighty universe, like tears in rain. Love! “Oh, what love has done to" us. Tiny fragments of hope, assures us just for a moment that our existence is necessary, show us that we have a purpose. But do we really? What is purpose if it is only for a moment or two?  Existence! We are doomed. The space and time are vast and supposedly ever-existent. We, our doings cannot cause even an atom of ripple in the magnanimous stretch of space and time. We are trapped inside our own body, limited by our own existence. We are mere passerbys.