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Post by morningstar on Dec 31, 2010 23:56:41 GMT -5
Does a wise man always know that they re wise? Or is it in their demise that the truth becomes apparent? Tell me...why do we value what we do not or no longer have? Why is the artist so revered after death and yet during life they live so meagerly.... Is it meant to be so? Would any one of you wish to shed light upon this? Please do. I should welcome it. To me it speaks of the rose. So beautiful in it's bloom, and yet, much of it's beauty lies in the fact that it, in itself, is fleeting...it cannot last...or does it? Tell me...what is it that we hold within our selves that is not eternal? Is there any thing that you can construct that does not deem itself so? Time may seem to us "fleeting"... yet in essence it is "omnipresent"...is it not? And therefore - so lies everything we seek/mourn/covet/ and so on and so on... Do I wax far too poetic ?
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