We are entering the final destination. At this stage, nothing matters except what we had envisioned.
The rest are just clouds in the coffee. In this case, stories remained stories; ancient tales told by peddlers in exchange for a mere profit. None of the stories hold water. Everything is just a fantasy.
That i[t] (is) the nature of the final destination.
I too listen to the stories. Mainly for entertainment purposes. I don't even believe these stories were true. They are baseless stories that lack evidence and credibility.
I have forgone everything except two; there is God and this God is fair. Other than that, caveat emptor.
These are subject to beliefs. Nothing more than that. We talked about it before. There is no truth beyond what you believe in. Everything is the truth to those who believe in it.
I am don['t] (done) believing in others. Now, I only believe in my stories. For my own entertainment... The rest don't matter. As long as it is a story, I won't believe it. Unless it is supported with evidence.
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