The sound of one hand clapping; the beating of the heart.
The beauty of a flower; the truth of nature’s art.
The cacophony of silence; those voices in our mind.
The journey to the inner self; the search for what we find.
The meaning of this life we share; the reason that we’re here.
The meaning of that one word “care”; the opposite of fear?

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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