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Along the Path (Of the Good Old Days)
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Along the Path (Of the Good Old Days) |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
The path of life often passes through dark canyons and empty wastes: its endless trails cris-cross prairie grass, desert sand or dangerous mountain snows. He who fears the unknown haltingly wanders crooked pathways, blind; unknowing, always looking back, his unformed future still born beneath memories of his past. His unstable feet meander back over yesterday’s fading paths; always uncertain, his mind fearing what it perceives as looming dangers forming overhanging cliffs or bottomless seas filled with monsters. He chooses not to reason that beyond the obstacles of today possibly lie greener pastures. In any case, why fear the inevitable? Perhaps because one realizes that when one does not plant, no ‘greener pasture’ is likely to appear as magic – from nothing. _____________________________ "The shelter of memories has no power to keep life safe.” |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"He who fears the unknown haltingly wanders crooked pathways, blind; unknowing, always looking back, his unformed future still born beneath memories of his past." Captivating work... fine lines, WindWalker. |
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BROTHER JOHN Member
since 2006-04-06
Posts 386 |
Dear Windwaker; What insight into the still born future. I would like to borrow these words with your permission, Do you know the works of Dr. James Fowler? He will speak to your depths. |
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