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I just wrote a kick ass entry, and I managed to erase it somehow. I suck. But only sometimes. Like now.
A poem:
Where comes the turn?
Is it in the dizzying reversal of expectation
Or the disorienting sensuality of the nonphysical?
Head barely afloat in a sea of wheat and tare,
You ride the windy waves to the shore
And plunge into the depths.
Two questions:
Are ignorance and contentment directly proportional? Are knowledge and satisfaction inversely proportional?
A thought:
If my life were to be literally weighed out on a scale at the end, I think the percentage of the whole that would weigh out as pure gold would be quite small. The amazing thing about gold is that a little is worth a whole lot.
A poem:
Where comes the turn?
Is it in the dizzying reversal of expectation
Or the disorienting sensuality of the nonphysical?
Head barely afloat in a sea of wheat and tare,
You ride the windy waves to the shore
And plunge into the depths.
Two questions:
Are ignorance and contentment directly proportional? Are knowledge and satisfaction inversely proportional?
A thought:
If my life were to be literally weighed out on a scale at the end, I think the percentage of the whole that would weigh out as pure gold would be quite small. The amazing thing about gold is that a little is worth a whole lot.