isn't life another form of addiction demanding a constant 'fix' .. out
of control.. with its heady and tormenting highs and lows..waiting for
us to find the reserves of strength held within.. equipped to deal with
the painful withdrawal symptoms..
how can we not rejoice.. how can we not be shamed.. with the seamless cohesion of a thought.. defying man's audacious boundaries..
life is like a flame.. fragile.. buffeted.. secure.. protected.. fleeting and capricious....
the beauty of internet.. God's solution to the rising population with karmic confluence.. each a perpetual student.. and master.. at the same time..
music is in the 'cosmos'.. and only a 'true sentient' raptures to it's divine rhythm.. in this miasma of words.. our thoughts string an untouched melody.. where letters fade into unrecognizable rhythmic patterns.. and the heart dawns to moving perceptions
isn't our interactive presence itself a miracle.. maybe for notes that none other can recognize..
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