History, Mythology, beliefs, and traditions weaved together for generations create a culture. When fragments of broken present pierce the eyes mind turns toward past, searching for something stable and comforting. A past of rich history bears no malice towards the bankrupt present. Its amicable symbols, sayings and values breath a new life into dying present.
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