It is funny how we amuse ourselves. We ask the wrong questions so we can spend an eternity searching for an answer—or else we ask simple questions with such simple answers that we already know, so we overlook them. We fear death so we try to extend our time away from it. Time is a circle. Life circles back again. Thoughts rise and fall like civilizations. The universe wears a human face and it dies and rebirths the same way. First was Chaos, then Gaia. We are born of her clay, her iron. Earth-made, earth-bound. We do not know but we know. Of course we know.
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
