(Odysseus contemplating his fate while swimming in the sea)
Lonely man, a beast whose brain removes his soul
from brotherhood with all the earth that is
his home and truest sanctuary here.
We hate our death and blind ourselves
to immortality, of which
we always are a part. Our surest
contribution is our love and when we love,
we need so little for ourselves.
Our weakness is vain hope for some
illusory grandeur that has no root
beyond our fearful, overweening
imaginations. Change insures
that everything is forever;
in part, as part.
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2007-11-24
02:24:54
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