“Our universe, as we know it, is a tide pool from the ocean of existence.”
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“Our universe, as we know it, is a tide pool from the ocean of existence.”
Reading allows us to feel pleasure from something we’re not experiencing, and forget the pain from something we are.
Failing never Falling
Leaves slip and drip from branches bare
Now
To all the world
A skeleton
A creature shorn of hair
Tousled, lapped and tugged by winds
Come visiting from North to now
Desperate green fights grey within
Turns red and begs the question “How?”
The northern whisper
Brings the ice
And skeletons sleep
‘Neath shrouds of blue
Piercing some that
Lace of night
Glistening with frozen dew
Shivering bodies bend and bow
While ‘cicles reach for what was lost
Until the sun can bead their brows
Budding new what once was was cost
For failing never falling
As when the leaves of yesteryear
Turned red to try
And lost.
I never understood the need
To want what others had; the Greed
That turns the emerald eyes of man
To hide in secret, plot and plan
To take away his brother’s throne
And make superiority known,
Until the day I saw my fate
And felt the hour growing late
And desperation crazed and keen
Turned my own eyes emerald green.
Sometimes you just want to enjoy being selfish, but while it’s true that you don’t owe anyone anything, I find it best to remember that applies both ways.
In the quiet of my mind
Mists of silence can confine,
Sequester shroud and tuck away
That blinding noise of that deafening day.
As I lay still now in the dark,
A cool and calm intrepid mark,
That sears a soul as shy as mine,
Yields the darkest corners shine.
From the cuckoo’s nest I fly
Through the keyhole’s glowing eye.
Out of shadow, into love,
Out of depths to heights above.
And though I leave behind the earth
My soul sings “Tis not death, but birth!”
For the purposes of argument, let’s assume that to be “educated” is to have acquired an understanding of life/reality/whatever you wanna call it.
But if that’s true than nobody is educated. The greatest anybody can hope for is to be a quick and constant learner, because life is far too short for anybody to completely understand everything in it. So let’s call education a process. One that never ends. A man can never completely earn the title of being “ educated”, but he will always be more educated or less educated depending on the circumstances. By way of clarification, this similar concept may be helpful: We are never safe. Not perfectly. There is no “safe” state of being; only safer or less safe. Even when you’re perfectly sequestered in an impenetrable panic room you’ve just locked yourself in a box alone with a dangerous individual.
But remember that as much as you think you know something to be true, the moment you lose your ability to consider alternative beliefs without necessarily accepting them, you have become unteachable, which is a shame, since we will never finish learning everything there is to know.
A.C.T. Now 