It’s only sometimes... but for those rare moments… when I set out to seek rational interpretation for the existence of irrational things, that I ask myself questions on the line of --
Why is fire fated to destroy the cause of its creation Or perhaps it’s the thermal affinity for an eternal affiliation between the creator and the creation.
Why are the shores of a river, not meant to meet, lest the river runs dry, in which case they aren’t shore any more. Probably because they are meant to bear the pain of separation. To look at each other from far and then sigh. To have mutuality but not association.
Some things, even if they aren’t seemingly illogical, have been designed to be visceral.
After all, ambiguity allures.
Why otherwise could you catch the mist but not the cloud?
Quote:
"Life is not a problem to be solved, but a mystery to be lived."
- M. Scott Peck
Thursday, June 11, 2009
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