Monday, September 30, 2013

Something To Fill in Space...

Something to fill in time...


The only thing I'm sure of is that there's nothing that we can be sure of...
To be sure, to be sure.
The art of nothing
the Tao of nothing
the desire of nothing
the thrill of everything
cogent and acerbic

What's your anchor? Your rock? Your thing that will last for eternity?
Is it your soul? Or something outside yourself you attach thoughts to?

I'm far better at posing questions than answering them.

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