Have you ever heard of such nonsense . . .
+ There cannot be only one truth; the truth as an answer to a question?
– What makes the sun shine and the winds blow; do all things rest upon it; asking and answering the question yourself. . .
In the depths of dreams, it could be a will to be remembered.
The heart knows what the mind can’t fathom . . .
But then again, the heart seldom knows much of anything, until the ink drops.
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