Even if we can’t see it, we bow down in our own perfection. The world is this mirror: our constant re-telling of the image before us. Time only serves the lament of the world. There can be no shadow without the lust for shadow. Fire placed on the highest ground. A golden thread of sympathy connecting us through all darkness. Surely this is reason enough to smile? Trust in our goal; let things happen as they should.
Fire placed on the Highest Ground
Posted - Aug 04 2011 : 12:47:06 AM
