Sunday, July 15, 2007
Forms Over Us
Hands always seem heaviest in dreams. Actions less paltry, reason more futile. Strangest dream I know to live is convincing ourselves the what we believe has anything to do with reality.Why is death cold, and heavy? Life light and bright? Is it because of our own understanding of what life is from, and where it's going? Always wonder if the limits of being "from" this life form and commonality isn't the strongest thing withholding truth.I'm not asking to be God, or another equally all knowing power. Just knowing enough to have stealers, thieves, and liars fear me.
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Well the obvious answer is the fear of the unknown and people's anger towards losing loved ones...but other than that I wonder the same. People's arguments for being pro-choice and anti-death penalty just never made sense to me in that regard.
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