A Glimpse of the Place
When I become caught up in time, my time here, the urgency of it all, the self-importance, the folly, I look to the rivers, the hills, the mountains, the stars of the night.
They care not one iota for me and my causes. If they could laugh, they would. “Take a look, make yourself at home, find joy, dream, do what you must. But do not be deceived.
“Your time is a glimpse. A blink. Though you just arrived, you will be leaving soon. Others await their turns to look, to glimpse, to briefly be.”
They care not one iota for me and my causes. If they could laugh, they would. “Take a look, make yourself at home, find joy, dream, do what you must. But do not be deceived.
“Your time is a glimpse. A blink. Though you just arrived, you will be leaving soon. Others await their turns to look, to glimpse, to briefly be.”
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