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In a country as brutal as ours, where human life seems to be of little value and is considered 'cheap', it appears rather foolish to sacrifice oneself for the sake of beliefs. Beliefs? High ideals? These are luxuries that only people in wealthy countries can afford to enjoy. Ka found it strangely disheartening that the suicide girls had to go to great lengths to find a private moment to end their lives. Even after swallowing the pills and lying there quietly, on the verge of death, they still had to share their rooms with others. How much can we truly know about the love and pain that resides in another person's heart? How much can we realistically hope to understand those who have endured deeper anguish, greater deprivation, and more shattering disappointments than we ourselves have ever experienced? Even if the rich and powerful of the world were to attempt to put themselves in the shoes of the rest, how much would they actually be able to fathom the plight of the countless millions suffering around them? It is the same when Orhan, the novelist, tries to peer into the dark recesses of his poet friend's difficult and painful life: How much can he really see? Heaven is that place where the dreams of our memories are kept alive. Every person has a star, every star has a friend, and for every person who carries a star, there is someone else who reflects it. And everyone carries this reflection within their heart, like a secret confidante. Immersing oneself in the problems presented in a book is indeed a good way to avoid thinking about love.