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Beside my wide window, a tree stands silent. With the coffee sip, I wonder to ask myself, how can it be so quiet with wind, snow, or a glimpse of sunlight? Then, I found, it’s just like a human soul. Talks a lot by herself, maybe with the mysterious sky. Kissing the tranquil sky with passion, but bottling up with self-respect. What is the soul? What is the divinity of the soul? It is nothing but the Morgan of spirituality.