Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Monday, September 1, 2014
Tomorrow
And no matter how impressive that it appears to be, it is temporal and nothing more. Finity with borders and ending and nothing further on. Nothing here is worth getting too excited about, if you have a look at the great tomorrow. Now tomorrow, isn't that where the answers and conclusions are? A place removed from hopeless optimism, and dream, and wishing the greatest wish, for all of this to be real and true. Unless of course, you have been gifted with the greatest of insights. And now perhaps dream, suggests some more than the reality of the day, and perhaps, it isn't so much given to sleep, and perhaps, it could be life's greatest deception, and perhaps this other reality, is a greater reality in the face of futility within finity. And perhaps again, this finite reality is all that there is, in this place where are there no real answers, no conclusions, no knowing. And perhaps again the creators and the shapers are you and I. And perhaps once again, we are the God of our life, our world.
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