For you, my friend, I have a gift:
The endless, and the infinite-
and all that can come of them.
And if you'd like to like it, do so.
And if you don't, don't.
But it's all the same.
Life is one holy river, with ebbs and flows.
It comes and goes, and knows no time.
For you, my friend, there is no end.
But beginning will begin to see;
the island of days drifting into a sea of confusion.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
For you, my friend, I have a gift:
The endless, and the infinite-
and all that can come of them.
And if you'd like to like it, do so.
And if you don't, don't.
But it's all the same.
Life is one holy river, with ebbs and flows.
It comes and goes, and knows no time.
For you, my friend, there is no end.
But beginning will begin to see;
the island of days drifting into a sea of confusion.
