It's the point in our lives, where the input [the gathering of much] not only weighs so heavily within one's self but my being is experiencing a mixing into a homogeneous blend.
The needed combing of parts and compartmentalizing of pieces must be wrought.
What will result? A Revelation! A composing into a creation! What more...self cast into reality.
Cloaked existence, a cowardly way to exist.
Brash disclosures, imposed pressure.
What better? A gentle trailing of line and words upon pages [of posting to the internet's air] to give anyone who might read, reason to realize and know and largest wish, cause to respond.
It is the solitude, within which this soul does thrive, that solitude should cultivate exchanges.
Would you do a brief response?
If now, I will walk further, scattering more seeds and crusts of bread for another's scooping.
Saturday, September 01, 2007
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