Some men study it all their days and die with the question on their lips Some men find it with a lightening clap of insight and some men track it with rulers and logic until, at last, they have its form. Some men look outside and see just the is-ness ...great jeweled clocks at play. Some men look inside at their creations and find madness along the way. Some give up and some, some go on without hope... And some, like humming birds hover, and watch the question turn on itself until their reality and thoughts weave like snakes in the navel of sweet mother reality. gallagher 29 jan 75
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