This upheaval presents consequence beyond human understanding, and yet we strive so to grasp meaning among the celestial entities. Essentially, it becomes one soul to recognize the futility of incarnation, and yet be in the world. It is a marvelous performance of immense intensity that never fails to explain nothing. Still, as a dramatization of actual events, it is one of the best. As with most dreams of love unending, facing adversity only foments the an already egregious theme. What wisdom could possibly supplant this cojangulation of fluid and tissue in motion? And exactly what is real for how long?
Gently let the world just be
Between time and space
Let these unfurl before thee
All things fall into place
Although it may seem real
An illusion has no substance
But what it makes one feel
Is a bit akin to romance
Remembering the now
Is a never ending chore
But that's why and how
A body and soul are for
" ’T were all one
That I should love a bright particular star,
And think to wed it."
-William Shakespeare (1564–1616) All ’s Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1.
Gently let the world just be
Between time and space
Let these unfurl before thee
All things fall into place
Although it may seem real
An illusion has no substance
But what it makes one feel
Is a bit akin to romance
Remembering the now
Is a never ending chore
But that's why and how
A body and soul are for
" ’T were all one
That I should love a bright particular star,
And think to wed it."
-William Shakespeare (1564–1616) All ’s Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1.
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