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.
By 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:
Or a circle?
Or without limit?
What is it for?
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?
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.