Would have been better to keep an existential eye…
while looking between green gray hues
and, peering at anemic disarray.
Languid disorders, sight unseen,
grappling with a colorful mind…
∞
Well, in earnest, it is an ordeal best suited for the unrefined.
Dragnets flung over the road maps,.
collecting ‘speaking in third person’…
like passing the hat.
∞
Well noted, a window’s pardoning glare,
and,
with a quick glimpse forward,
fleetingly witness…
to be or not to be…be aware.
Forthwith, we will beg,
pardon my stare.
Pardon my stare.
“There is something infantile in the presumption that somebody else has a responsibility to give your life meaning and point… The truly adult view, by contrast, is that our life is as meaningful, as full and as wonderful as we choose to make it.” ― Richard Dawkins, The God Delusion
Words are but symbols for the relations of things to one another and to us; nowhere do they touch upon absolute truth…. Through words and concepts we shall never reach beyond the wall off relations, to some sort of fabulous primal ground of things.
"I have enough time to rest, but I don't have a minute to waste". Come and catch me with your wise words and we will have some fun with our words of wisdom.
being off task.
