The future rides a gossamer web;
With one touch it can be built,
With one touch it can be fell.
Delicate but strong,
Many may die
But it will go on...
The horizon is too close -
Drop the cards and the ball;
You cannot predict,
Nor can I.
We are among but trillions of gears
In the Master-Built Machine -
Too huge to see,
Too complex to steer.
The horizon is close,
But not upon us;
Place your influence on those around you;
Waste it not on concerns beyond our shores...
Or you will rot in despair forever.. forevermore.
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The IndefinablesBy Fenny F. (Jeff R.)
Written 1/5/07; Original Web Release, First Edition, 1/10/07
There are things we think we know,
But for all the years we have walked the Earth
They defy consensus or definition.
We know how they relate to us -
Some better than others -
But each is a word with billions upon billions of meanings:
Love:
Comfort,
Or torture?
Carnal,
Or transcendental?
Eternal,
Or perishable?
Time:
A line,
Or a circle?
Finite,
Or without limit?
What is it for?
Faith:
In Whom?
Is it strong or weak?
How is it that it can be taught,
But can never be forced?
Will it save us,
Or destroy us?
Life:
What exactly constitutes it?
How did it begin?
What really happens when it ends?
None of these ever shall be answered -
At least with one answer for all peoples.
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