| 28 March 2001 The mourning moon hides behind curtains of black velvet Whilst the stars blaze dimly from their stations above, reminding me of the devoted children protecting their mother and enveloping her in a warm embrace. Strange how their cold, lifeless forms can make me smile yet offer me no comfort. The stars serve as a reminder of how insignificant I, and this I exist in, truely are. I exist! But to what purpose am I to serve? I am no great mind come to bring revolution- I am but a timid, wandering, lonely creature- purposeless; Yet I exist. 'Then let us revel in our purposelessness together' The whisper of each blade of grass, each sleeping child, the spirit of the earth herself, speaks to me. 'Let us revel in our purposelessness together' Strange how all the offers of companionship should suddenly make me feel all the more isolated. ~Vicki Somers |
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