Be the muse who muses. Musing is not artless. For there is an art to thought, is there not? And there is surely an art to existence. I am fascinated that some people find no meaning or purpose, have no heart, no soul, to their thoughts, just dead science. Just cold and dead science.
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
