because life slips away, and because I need for the rest of

because life slips away, and because I need for the rest of my journey a star that will not play false to me, a compass that will not lie.

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In "Cry, The Beloved Country," Alan Paton explores the themes of loss and the quest for truth amidst life's uncertainties. The narrator reflects on the fleeting nature of life, emphasizing the need for guidance and steadfastness as one navigates through hardships. The imagery of a star symbolizes hope and reliability, essential for anyone seeking direction in challenging times.

This longing for a consistent guiding force highlights the struggle against chaos and...

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