Life is full of cycles, and some matter more than others.
The seasons of change are upon us, and we have no bother.
The rain in our dreams, reminds us of the thunder.
The summer storms that must go under.
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In answer to Muir’s question
I am more of a seeker of spontaneity. I need the universe to call it in.
In answer to Nietzsche’s question
Funny how this still applies perfectly today vis a vis to 19th century Europe.
Life is full of cycles, and some matter more than others.
The seasons of change are upon us, and we have no bother.
The rain in our dreams, reminds us of the thunder.
The summer storms that must go under.
Dreams are like ungoverned territories.
The mind tries to make sense – building an understanding out of the blurry and unknown.
A world without rules, a reality where you have no choice but to exist and accept because you were thrown into it.