Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Thoughts

Across the vast and thirsty wastelands of the human mind,
Whirls of original thought like dusty breezes swirl and dance aimlessly.

In the sky, birds are free.
In the sea, fish are free.
On the earth, man is burdened by his own intentions and intelligence.

Without purpose a human is like a man blindfolded,
Stumbling and bumbling along, beyond help or direction.

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