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What things does one possess at journey's end? What bits and bobs? What trivial tripe? Please, do tell, what is the hype? For should I recall anything at all of trinkets obtained in memory's shawl, it would be the warmth of a companion's smile; his hand in mine, while on this earth for a while. The tickle of a tide brushing against tiny toes, while the whisper in the wind, tells me all she knows. Should I gaze at gems, pearls, rubies, emeralds-- Forsake the wisdom of the solid for the beauty of the temporal? Should I throw caution to the wind, like seeds for the birds, or stick to what I know - the solemnity of the written word. Of trinkets obtained in memory's shawl, be there anything at all worthy of my recall? Happiness, Peace, Love and Joy - these remained to be my one and only lot. These intangible things more valuable by far than gold and silver ingots. At journey's end I stopped to ponder, in the cloudless starlit night, about the heavens and her wonder; I was struck by sudden insight: the lightness of the moon suspended in air, and the weight of a mere thought that put it there.
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