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This is from the book Voices from Clark Cemetery.
Newton W Moon 1853 - 1904
Newton W. Moon
1853 – 1904
So, what is the truth?
My friend, have you thought deeply about life?
Have you thought long and hard about the endless ticking of time
Have you pondered and mused and ruminated with all your mind and soul?
I have lain on many an afternoon
Under the old cedar on Rideout Ranch
And I have reckoned the infinite mercies of the wind.
Have pondered the intrepid ascendance of the sun.
The simple pretense of the flower.
And I have considered the Earth’s colossal incessant turning.
Have wondered and contemplated long into the night
The whirling pulling maelstrom of the human dilemma:
To live is to ultimately die!
And so,
What is the truth, my friend?
Why are we here on this huge ball of dust and water and fire?
And where do we go after the body ceases to breathe?
My friend,
Close your eyes!
Close them tightly and never open them again!
And then you will see the truth!
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