“The stars gaze downward upon my soul, and I upon theirs.
My mind, a microcosm of an infinitesimally vast universe,
who gives and takes, but only in time.
In time: a cyclical process of death and creation,
In time: my soul, whose upward gaze is unceasing, lives on.
and in time: I find myself in the world, and the world in myself.
To ponder this outwardly is to ponder this inwardly,
to gaze upon the stars, is to know the universe as a microcosm of the mind.”
-myself
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The winding river, following, the curvature of its banks.
Where it leads we know not.
What lays around the bend, unknown,
only that whatever it might be, however much a mystery, it is something we would like to see.
And yet we stray, from her, the river of life…
leaping at the chance to stand on solid ground, and escape,
as the tides would have it, our fate(s),
for in the darkest recesses of the mind we fret,
and in the happiest domains of the heart we never regret,
the choice we make, to take that leap-of-faith,
and find our happy place, amongst the fates.
That the ones we love: past, present, future, could not swim without us, nor we without them,
since the love betwixt people flows,
like the river,
that keeps us afloat,
wherever she goes.”
-myself
Thus Spoke Zarathustra 