Independent of Justification
The passing moments echo throughout. We cannot burn where none can breathe, the thick, cold shadow forever consuming the existence of sense.
Be it, then, the noise of the fallen tree. Be that ember, so soft, at first, but steady. Do not falter. Stand defiantly to anything but truth. Champion the reality untold and unseen. Bare light, and consequence, to all.
Independent of justification, without context, exist.
This is my dream.
Be it, then, the noise of the fallen tree. Be that ember, so soft, at first, but steady. Do not falter. Stand defiantly to anything but truth. Champion the reality untold and unseen. Bare light, and consequence, to all.
Independent of justification, without context, exist.
This is my dream.