Sunday, June 25, 2006
Destiny could not be read. In the calm of the night, she accepted that fact, bore with amazing fortitude that the sword of Damocles could fall in judgment any time---or even by pure chance. Life, in all its myriad forms, was a fickle mistress, colluding with Death---brother, lover, enemy, revelling in the circus of humanity.
Proving that even someone as unworthy as me is capable of moments of inspired genius.
Not to judge, not to criticise. To simply be. An existence in itself.
Can you? I challenge you. All of you.
See you at the End of Time. --Ends of the World
Someday my tombstone will read:
See you on the other side
If there is one.
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Proving that even someone as unworthy as me is capable of moments of inspired genius.
Not to judge, not to criticise. To simply be. An existence in itself.
Can you? I challenge you. All of you.
See you at the End of Time. --Ends of the World
Someday my tombstone will read:
See you on the other side
If there is one.
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