25th October 2022

We should protect our illusions, imaginings, dreams, vague understandings that help make sense of this peculiar experience we call existence. Life has no specific form, does not follow a pattern, rather totters from one happening to another, haphazardly, a like a speck of pollen released into a tornado.

Our conscience cries out for clues, hints, some insight into this madness that besets our eyes at every turn. We seek foresight, inspiration.

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