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The last man standing in the beam of light

the point of an end and a new beginning,

wondering what to leave behind 

and what to take with him

as he stands listening to the call of the infinity.

Tolstoy and the green branch

Tolstoy felt that in the deep greenery of Yasnya Polyanna, somewhere far away in the valleys there is always a green branch—buried in the depth of earth—and that branch bears bunches of glorious letters.

Tolstoy saw those letters and that branch made his writings really glorious. He was a divine artist. Others however, wander far, in the wilderness of the mind, obsessed, in search of that green branch.