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Wednesday, September 12, 2007


   “ timeless”

The day is sublime; I am reminded by a gentle breeze how fleeting our short-lived sorrows and elations are. The sky is light, but turning towards autumn. Nothing gold can stay, at least not here. There is no fountain of youth for the wistful, daydreaming soul. What importance is there, in dwelling on the lingering memory of a lover, or the melancholic thought of a season long since passed? Years slip past- living in memories. There is no sense in it. Our beloved 'once' has gone on, will not return- cannot return to us. We alone are here and now; we go on as the seasons- blooming, whithering, dying- and being reborn. In life's flow we grow, change- flow on. It is not stopped, cannot be halted- we float on and leave the past behind us; our memories are nothing more than the phantasmagoric stars dotting our twilight pasts. . . we are transcendent of it.

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