It is the nature of man to be himself and from his weakness to seek that which is greater than himself. But the fruit of heaven and earth will not ripen in but a day. Only when its season is done can you tell the quality of the fruit by its taste. Therefore, fill your mind and heart with love a heal your deepest wounds for what is your body and mind but the clothing of your soul. And when the body is but a silent memory in the dreams of the soul how will the soul wear that clothing, with love or regret?
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regret nothing, eat a peach.