The more you see, the less you can believe
in anything you say.
The deeper the mysteries spin
the less articulate the one who knows.
The great parade marching 1,000 wide
passes; passing all understanding.
And yet, still, we gaze and question,
still we seek to understand
that which is un-understandable.
And so we pass, cradle to grave, cradle to grave,
serious children made of chance.
gallagher
23Feb18#2
Christchurch
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