Can all those times past be left and lost as we are left alone and lost? Here, holding on to memories, the flotsam of a life left wrecked and torn apart by the savage storms of an indifferent world, we know better than to believe, fool ourselves, any more with design and purpose. But still we look for meanings and portents; a way to twist the future into a shape suitable for us.
The world lies outside of us, beyond us, out of our control, shaping us more than we can shape it, no matter how we try to make it bend to our separate or collective wills. The world will always evade our grasp, be beyond reach and control. We can only walk the paths of the world, while it gives us life and will take that life from us whenever it wants.
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But we spend so much time trying to conquer it and many ways we do, well we work with it at least.
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