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Why I Write

by david-b-scully

As Winston Churchill once said I paraphrase: "I once saw the Beginning and the End; They Were both simultaneous and At the different times  It was Wondrous and beyond anything I  had known before  and yet had Always known. But it was after A after a lovely meal-and  though I said I must tell the world I forgot The words ; and soon what  it was I understood."  And for other reasons Too I write when I can not but do so Before I  forget. Does it really matter? Perhaps it is better to forget like the Great man did-and let all things be Made a new that must be only now As my old Friend Charlie used to Say:" It is only a thought of mind" meaning you an I and the Universe All and nothing. and as Mark Twain said in The Mysterious Stranger: "Let me dream a better dream..."
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