Neither gods, their angels nor minions have sky-hooks positioned about our world. We are not catfish nor their minnows dodging the press of floating hooks in a swirl. The twisting water is life reaching out as naturally as the growth of quartz crystal. It is something real, eternal, without thought not booked in dog-eared cave-found epistles.
May 22, 2020
Whispers from Lucretius
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