| Like a clearing in the forest Surrounded by fire but not yet ablaze — Nothing that happens here will be remembered. Nothing will survive here. Nothing but ashes will remain here. Nothing. So here is where we must hug. Here we must whisper, "I love you." Here is where we must do The meaningless, the forgotten, the unknown. Here. |
(cf. 2008-03-23 - Sunrise Service at Seneca Creek (2008-03-28), Lost Mind (2013-04-05), Vast Openness (2014-10-16), ...) - ^z - 2016-11-21