a paradox for sure; the feeling of not wanting to die and to somehow find complete peace on this earth, this side of the return, versus feeling utterly helpless and feeling miles away from any kind of shore. we sit and wait and wrestle. and live. and laugh. and delight in some pleasures that are surely a hint of the pleasures forever to come.
in his wake we find these things, these things that give hope and peace while leaving an appetite for more.
what one must do without such delights? I care not find out.
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somecognition :: a pondering of all things un-final.
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Hey man, missing time with my favorite contemplative friend. Hope all's well. Things are good here, but freakin crazy.
we need to go to Brickstore soon!
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