I once hear a man who lived a thous'nd lives and learn'd a thous'nd truths an' another who lived only one and found peace. Empathy be a fickle one, a white flag used to draw one near only to see the falseness of it's color. Tis a shallow port empathy be, but the sea beyond be a deep and dark mistress. Perhaps ye be think'n I be daft and unfit, but those thoughts are not yours.
Better yourself and know the thoughts of man, it is a grand Adventure. A man can chose to cower bellow deck or stand above and grunt like pigs when the cannons thunder, but each knows naught of the battle.
I once hear a man who lived a thous'nd lives and learn'd a thous'nd truths an' another who lived only one and found peace. Empathy be a fickle one, a white flag used to draw one near only to see the falseness of it's color. Tis a shallow port empathy be, but the sea beyond be a deep and dark mistress. Perhaps ye be think'n I be daft and unfit, but those thoughts are not yours.
Better yourself and know the thoughts of man, it is a grand Adventure. A man can chose to cower bellow deck or stand above and grunt like pigs when the cannons thunder, but each knows naught of the battle.
"Everything has been said before, but since nobody listens we have to keep going back and beginning all over again." Andre Gide