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Prologue of 'Love: it never ends'

Science says that when our eyes see something, the image takes time to reach our brain. Maybe just a nanosecond. That means what we see happening around us has already happened. It means we live in life which has been lived already.  There are certain events we wish hadn’t occurred, but we have to accept because those would only be reflections of the things which have already happened. There are things we don’t want to know, but we have to learn. There are people we can’t live without, but we have to let them go. This is life, we live this, and sometimes it gives us choices. We live with our choices; we choose one option from many by thinking that it’s the right one. But what we decide is right is based on just a few theories or assumptions just like in science.  I know, it’s not worthy to compare life with science. In science, people change the choices in experiments, wherein life, we have to stick with one choice that we made because no one can unring the bell. We have
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