There is work to be done and the task at hand has nothing to do with poetic words or pondering what all of this means.
That may happen eventually. Somewhere in the doing, some thought might burst in a shower of sparkling insight and reveal a deeper truth.
Now is a time for the work of life.
I can't reflect on this until I have something on which to look back.
Monday, September 6, 2010
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