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To the Unknown

Our joyous friend who mocks us not, but shrouds us with each doubt that we have gathered lovingly, and now confront with helpless resignation-- it is a paradox that blesses with a truth unwelcome; every answer flys from us, condemned by virtue of its birth. It is vanity that feeds us, sets the winnowing blade yet finer still. Thought no longer is our refuge; Power, our only quest. We are the keepers of the day...wait... The mist upon the mountain stirs a moment. There is the pinnacle! stark, alone, silent ever... Let it go. ~

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 10/7/2013 10:43:00 PM
Interesting title and theme. Things we often contemplate but find hard to express with words. You have done it so well. SuZ
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Robert Ludden
Date: 10/7/2013 11:03:00 PM
obviously you read for content. And, that kind of readership is what I always seek. You are invited to look at more of my stuff--indeed, urged to do so.

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