Hmm…

To pool?…

To swim?…

To sink into the vast Nothing of the final change?…

To not end, but rather continue on to what I can’t imagine, for how long I can’t say, for why I dare not care to ask…

To wonder and wander beyond the falling leaves that casually dance through the air and discover a new dimension of being and a new definition of being and a new development of being and a new detention of being.

To what do we owe this unusual state of affairs that forces us to ask the question that compares “now” and the “what-if” of existence?

Why do we unlock the doors of truth with the keys of imagination that never curtail themselves from their unique and pivotal center of focus…

Why can’t we all be what we use to be: Children of simple discovery?
Dzemma ban

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