Quote by Robert G. Ingersoll, from a eulo

Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry aloud

Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of t

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sitting on the precipice of life's fleeting existence, trapped between two eternal realities. In our relentless pursuits, we yearn to surpass the barriers of mortality and gain insight into what lies beyond. However, our desperate attempts to glimpse the unknown are met with futility and frustration, echoing in our fervent cries for answers that may forever remain unanswered.

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By Robert G. Ingersoll, from a eulo

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