Shells of blanks carry but any weight? I walked as now pausing to wonder if it does shift things or merely just seems to be. Since the flow is always unchanging, what we see here hardly matches what is but one can only gather the best of perception and assume. On that ground, all this could possibly be very wrong but even that is a subset of the previous point. I feel like a coward as I wait for for the "right" to come. All thoughts and words carry no bearing as they are still thoughts and words after all this time. But I lack, so much, to give this the push. Maybe what lies here is well beyond me. Best I can hope is to set the ball rolling. Maybe it will catch one day. If I am lucky I will live to see this come to be while strength still carries me, but I am doubtful.
The Vision is so powerful, and has brought us so far. It has made us so strong but at the same time, destroyed so much of who we are. It has let us see so much, so far, so deep beyond the mortal eyes. No regrets, true to the Vision.
So why does this feel so empty?
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