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My dearest reader, seconds ago, before your Decision to turn the page, there was nothing. These very words were hidden away and thus Unseen, to all intents did not exist: Just like the beauty of the Jovian Moons 'Til “Voyager” beamed those pictures back to Earth. For you have brought this page to life - yes you and only you! You bring along a wealth of memories of your own, Your feelings, thoughts, regrets and sorrows, joys And fears, your hopes and fantasies. You have the mountains of your mind: Your personal rivers, clouds and suns: flowers and gasometers! Landscapes, dreams and nightmares of your very own. And me, as you sit reading this, I might be dead and buried, Or with you right now, or maybe miles away. To you I give the role of God: to breathe your life upon this page. Take you away, dear reader, and there’s nothing: formless void. Yet now, together, you may join me, in a realm Where Life, though challenged by evil, Is warded by our Love. Paul Butters (C) PB 1997.
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Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 4:42 AM UTC
Hello Reader
My dearest reader, seconds ago, before your Decision to turn the page, there was nothing. These very words were hidden away and thus Unseen, to all intents did not exist: Just like the beauty of the Jovian Moons 'Til “Voyager” beamed those pictures back to Earth. For you have brought this page to life - yes you and only you! You bring along a wealth of memories of your own, Your feelings, thoughts, regrets and sorrows, joys And fears, your hopes and fantasies. You have the mountains of your mind: Your personal rivers, clouds and suns: flowers and gasometers! Landscapes, dreams and nightmares of your very own. And me, as you sit reading this, I might be dead and buried, Or with you right now, or maybe miles away. To you I give the role of God: to breathe your life upon this page. Take you away, dear reader, and there’s nothing: formless void. Yet now, together, you may join me, in a realm Where Life, though challenged by evil, Is warded by our Love. Paul Butters (C) PB 1997.
(C) Paul Butters 1997. A fair introduction to you all.
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Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 4:42 AM UTC
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