Wednesday, April 11, 2012

The End


 Light falls through the window, falls onto me, into me. Moments. All gathering towards this one.

There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed by the Creator into a few forms or into one; and that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being evolved.

It's Life carrying on. It's the next breath we all take. It's the choice we make to get on with it.

Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

For after all, tomorrow is another day.

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