In the frozen earth, a seed is buried.
Memory rests, waiting for the warmth of spring.
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 11:52 AM UTC
In the frozen earth, a seed is buried.
Memory rests, waiting for the warmth of spring.
16:20 - 30/12/17
State of mind: deep thought; mellow.
Perspectives: natural; philosophical.
Thoughts: from thinking - if an idea is to come to fruition, construct an environment from which it can grow.
If an idea cannot die, it is only because it has left traces of itself in as many places as possible. A thing is not dead if its memory can be passed on.
Questions: If a memory is altered slightly with each passing, how can an origin be known if its current state resembles nothing of its original?
