Everyone has their own definition of heaven. Each individual being has their own idea of a place in time where worries matter not, where happiness and serenity abound, bringing a sense of harmony and tranquility.
Camus found it grating that so many of his comrades thought him incapable of such a thing, that a person who spends the vast majority of his free time alone in his hovel could not have such a joyous place, that they surely must be miserable. It also amused the Aquarius Saint to think of just how little his fellow warriors knew him, for he did have his own idea of heaven, although it had not come easy.
Camus indeed did fit into everyones assumptions at one point. He easily remembered the pain that came along with his days as a teenager, feeling unable to fit in anywhere. His fellow Gold Saints would try to pry him from his temple, and for a while, with great effort, they would find themselves victorious. That changed, however.
He wasnt sure why or how, b
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