Thanks. It is for me too brinny. I write these for others and yet they are also a prayer for myself.
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Thanks. It is for me too brinny. I write these for others and yet they are also a prayer for myself.
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Awesome. God uses the writer to bless others as the writer himself is blessed by God.
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("...well yes, something like that I suppose..." replied the goblin guessing that more likely that good old god probably mixed in those writertypes amongst the more sane and quite normal people just to warn them against writing in general, adding "...well now, don't those mountaineers give out that "because it's there" reply each time, yet writers, unlike those mountaineers perhaps, simply are like that without any motivation at all, so it's not so much "because it's there" but more because "well actually I can't help myself", where simply, if one ever needs a motive to write then clearly one isn't a writer by nature, for only the things in one's nature need no motivation to do them...")
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"...and all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put the paperbook world back together again goblin..." smiled the muse in her usual off the cuff manner not that she cared, ah no she was bipolar, she always bounced back one way or another getting all that attention she craved for then, she just continued "...this transition is just another great moment for originality goblin, for later things just settle down and that benchmark goes up doesn't it, and besides, they only really remember two types now, the first, and the best, where the best is always open to discussion between them, whereas the first, well isn't that up to you now..."
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nah, it's more like unintentional blessings, my friend. An as-natural-as-breathing response of empathy and compassion of the heart-kind to another's downcast head, heart, and spirit. A "lifting of their head" it is, generating from the One Who originated turning hearts of stone to hearts of flesh.
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("...um, I like that one..." went the goblin)
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...perhaps from the moment one is born one is walking upon this long journey to self now, just a slow climb through the seasons of one's life where the obstacles one faces are there to help one grow by them, and where too, dailylife was ever this climbing then, just seasons of things expected of one... mused the goblin both sleepless and short of breath looking up at the ceiling from his bed, continuing ...and yet, near journey's end then, doesn't one finally realizes that the reason why one climbs was never for that which one had to left behind, nor perhaps even for that which comes afterwards either, no instead it was for that one last look across the path that one has travelled up to this point, and knowing what one is looking at too, and why one is looking at it for one last time, that was it's true meaning then..., at which point the slot just ventured ...actually goblin, although I know how you are feeling a this point, and if it any consolation to you too, I don't think common colds are really that fatal..., yet the goblin was not so sure for he knew that all was fatal in the long run
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...perhaps from the moment one is born one is walking upon this long journey to self now, just a slow climb through the seasons of one's life where the obstacles one faces are there to help one grow by them, and where too, dailylife was ever this climbing then, just seasons of things expected of one... mused the goblin both sleepless and short of breath looking up at the ceiling from his bed, continuing ...and yet, near journey's end then, doesn't one finally realizes that the reason why one climbs was never for that which one had to left behind, nor perhaps even for that which comes afterwards either, no instead it was for that one last look across the path that one has travelled up to this point, and knowing what one is looking at too, and why one is looking at it for one last time, that was it's true meaning then..., at which point the slot just ventured ...actually goblin, although I know how you are feeling a this point, and if it any consolation to you too, I don't think common colds are really that fatal..., yet the goblin was not so sure for he knew that all was fatal in the long run
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your ditzy friend ponders flea, on just how sick you are.....
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Remembrance
Veterans Day. A time to remember the many forgotten, cast aside, ignored, and in many ways insulted and demeaned by the very country they give their lives for so freely. and you don't hear a "peep" from them. I live in a bustling city. Among the homeless cast aside here are many veterans. One in particular in a wheelchair. I was on my way home from work one night around 10:30pm and there he was, hunched over, frail, in a wheel chair and daggone if he wasn't guiding his chair slowly but surely into the middle of a high-traffic street. I went over, asked him how he was as i grabbed the back handle of the wheelchair, continuing to talk to him to distract him. i managed to pull him back onto the sidewalk, but he was still bound and determined to roll his chair into the middle of the street. Come to find out he wanted to kill himself. he was also a vet, and that's how he was injured. i remember him from the many days, on my way to work, putting money into his cup. Tonight he was just frustrated and angry and wanted to be bound to a wheelchair no more. He'd had it. He was furious with me, as i told him he was not gonna kill himself on my watch. I stayed till the police got there, and later found out he was ok, and there was a counselor and social worker opening doors to housing, etc. for him. I will never forget however this honorable man, who gave so much and had taken from him what can never be replaced. He, like so many others, have given so much and ask for little in return. Let's not whittle away even a little from their dignity and rob them of the honor they are due for the rest of their days. our veterans, those no longer with us, and those still among us will always have a special place in my heart.
Veterans Day. A time to remember the many forgotten, cast aside, ignored, and in many ways insulted and demeaned by the very country they give their lives for so freely. and you don't hear a "peep" from them. I live in a bustling city. Among the homeless cast aside here are many veterans. One in particular in a wheelchair. I was on my way home from work one night around 10:30pm and there he was, hunched over, frail, in a wheel chair and daggone if he wasn't guiding his chair slowly but surely into the middle of a high-traffic street. I went over, asked him how he was as i grabbed the back handle of the wheelchair, continuing to talk to him to distract him. i managed to pull him back onto the sidewalk, but he was still bound and determined to roll his chair into the middle of the street. Come to find out he wanted to kill himself. he was also a vet, and that's how he was injured. i remember him from the many days, on my way to work, putting money into his cup. Tonight he was just frustrated and angry and wanted to be bound to a wheelchair no more. He'd had it. He was furious with me, as i told him he was not gonna kill himself on my watch. I stayed till the police got there, and later found out he was ok, and there was a counselor and social worker opening doors to housing, etc. for him. I will never forget however this honorable man, who gave so much and had taken from him what can never be replaced. He, like so many others, have given so much and ask for little in return. Let's not whittle away even a little from their dignity and rob them of the honor they are due for the rest of their days. our veterans, those no longer with us, and those still among us will always have a special place in my heart.
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("...you're writing is coming together, the veterans day post is definitive and is obviously the prelude to something to come now..." mentioned the goblin not over the cold yet but clearly able to forget its presence at times, saying "...just my hands are burning hot, my throat is sore and my head seems to thud at the slightest movement, but that doesn't stop me from posting...")
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"...ah, now that's why I like this realm of livewriting..." replied the goblin seeing xxxxx's post again, adding "...where one reads to feed and feeds to read and is uplifted by it...", in fact, the goblin could surf hundreds of forums at this point yet those who actually wrote in their posts were so few in number that they seemed like a gem on a beach to come across, adding "...so perhaps in answer then, I am whatever is reflected by my posts here, where the new-post notifications are the lifeblood of a forum perhaps, but if that is really true so, then let me borrow the words of horace Quae caret ora cruore nostro?, meaning for what coast does not know of our blood then, for yet together we might conquer this forumland that our blood will flow within these threads perhaps..."
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"...ah, now that's why I like this realm of livewriting..." replied the goblin seeing xxxxx's post again, adding "...where one reads to feed and feeds to read and is uplifted by it...", in fact, the goblin could surf hundreds of forums at this point yet those who actually wrote in their posts were so few in number that they seemed like a gem on a beach to come across, adding "...so perhaps in answer then, I am whatever is reflected by my posts here, where the new-post notifications are the lifeblood of a forum perhaps, but if that is really true so, then let me borrow the words of horace Quae caret ora cruore nostro?, meaning for what coast does not know of our blood then, for yet together we might conquer this forumland that our blood will flow within these threads perhaps..."
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*brinny ponders the penguin in the picture and can't help but wonder if the be-fallen creature (synthetic or not) represents our beloved flea (or his outspoken co-hort goblin).* say it ain't so, my friend.
Hot tea, cooled off to just a warm temperature with a mentholated cough drop melted in it with a bit of honey soothes a raw throat.
Hot tea, cooled off to just a warm temperature with a mentholated cough drop melted in it with a bit of honey soothes a raw throat.
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"...you mean, "why the persona" perhaps..." smiled the goblin, continuing "...well probably because forumland can offer one a form of socialization that one's dailylife can't, and what's wrong with that I wonder, after all it's still socialization by it, and far better than just being stuck in some merlin's cave shunned as "old" in front of the television or given a book to book to read..." mentioned the goblin fully understanding his need for mental contact here, adding "...so old young is old long as they say, but at least forumland offers one an ageless faceless socialization now, so no, I guess the only question that remains here is how to create that ageless faceless persona to go with forumland here, so I guess that's why there is a goblin amongst you now, where my alter-ego is personified by it perhaps..."
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"...you mean, "why the persona" perhaps..." smiled the goblin, continuing "...well probably because forumland can offer one a form of socialization that one's dailylife can't, and what's wrong with that I wonder, after all it's still socialization by it, and far better than just being stuck in some merlin's cave shunned as "old" in front of the television or given a book to book to read..." mentioned the goblin fully understanding his need for mental contact here, adding "...so old young is old long as they say, but at least forumland offers one an ageless faceless socialization now, so no, I guess the only question that remains here is how to create that ageless faceless persona to go with forumland here, so I guess that's why there is a goblin amongst you now, where my alter-ego is personified by it perhaps..."
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"...I am striving to think up the ultimate post over a meaningful coffee..." mentioned the the goblin, continuing "...you know, the kind of post that comes across as the very vindication of one's own existence to oneself here, though until then, I am enjoying my day off..." in fact, the goblin understood that the more one enjoys one's time off the faster that time will pass then, therefore he was not trying to enjoy his time too much for fear of its rushing too quickly upon him
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"...I am striving to think up the ultimate post over a meaningful coffee..." mentioned the the goblin, continuing "...you know, the kind of post that comes across as the very vindication of one's own existence to oneself here, though until then, I am enjoying my day off..." in fact, the goblin understood that the more one enjoys one's time off the faster that time will pass then, therefore he was not trying to enjoy his time too much for fear of its rushing too quickly upon him
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Suppose
suppose, just suppose, our reason for being here is to touch the lives of those we do not give much thought to....those who we pass on by in a blur and shelve, so to speak. suppose we're missing the point. suppose, just suppose, it's these very ones that by acknowledging and allowing them in, reflect back to us that indescribable something that fills that emptiness, that starvation of soul. suppose this is the very thing we've been searching for all our lives and just didn't know it, and this is the very legacy that we leave behind. Like a domino effect, those we touch, touch others, and on and on. And the world is never the same for us having been here.
suppose, just suppose, our reason for being here is to touch the lives of those we do not give much thought to....those who we pass on by in a blur and shelve, so to speak. suppose we're missing the point. suppose, just suppose, it's these very ones that by acknowledging and allowing them in, reflect back to us that indescribable something that fills that emptiness, that starvation of soul. suppose this is the very thing we've been searching for all our lives and just didn't know it, and this is the very legacy that we leave behind. Like a domino effect, those we touch, touch others, and on and on. And the world is never the same for us having been here.
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suppose, just suppose, our reason for being here is to touch the lives of those we do not give much thought to....those who we pass on by in a blur and shelve, so to speak. suppose we're missing the point. suppose, just suppose, it's these very ones that by acknowledging and allowing them in, reflect back to us that indescribable something that fills that emptiness, that starvation of soul. suppose this is the very thing we've been searching for all our lives and just didn't know it, and this is the very legacy that we leave behind. Like a domino effect, those we touch, touch others, and on and on. And the world is never the same for us having been here.
I like this. Here is my response to that
We are all of us ripples in a pond
of living life and human bonds
Fingerprints of God everywhere
dusted off through our prayer
Somewhere a baby is now born
And a death has others mourn
Someone falls in love first time
And a lonely man bides his time
Soldiers avoid all the slings and arrows
A young child marvels at some sparrows
Life is such a symphony of diversity
God is the only unity to occur to me
All we touch, every goodbye and hello
Resounds through time as an echo
Nothing is forgotten though dead
the hairs are even counted on our head.
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your exquisite gift of zeroing in and painting a profound picture with words is appreciated my friend.
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("...well, we're only a few on this thread but our readership between us isn't bad..." mentioned the goblin)
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the goblin walks into the psychiatrist's studio, "...hello, what can we do for you mr....,..." says the receptionist waiting for him to fill in the blanc of his name "... fleamailman, as in the "insect" with "post" and "man"..." replies the goblin looking around at the usual row of elbowless chairs set hard up against the wall in front of that standard coffee table with its pile of scruffy fashion magazines, the goblin hesitantly continues "...well miss..." stopping to find the words for a moment distracted, then lifting his gaze up from the gap between her blouse buttons, "...actually I am having doubts about my internet-self, moreover, I get the feeling that my muse is mad..." blurts out the goblin, as if confessing to something, "...oh I see..." the usual off the cuff reply she makes while looking quickly down to the piece of paper for the goblin's name again "...well, Mr. fleabatman..., ..." as her hand moves towards the drawer, where those blanc "case forms" are, stops, rests her hand on the table, then, vaguely interested asks “... ...but surely, that doesn't make you disfunctional in real life so where's the problem here...", "...yes miss, that's what the muse keeps telling me too, oh, and naturally that greedy slot would say anything just to get fed again wouldn't he..." the goblin answered, noticing her hand once more moving towards the drawer again, he continues "...fact is I am not sure if a certain divergence between dailylife with common sense really merits madness, I mean most people, in that way, would be mad I suppose, otherwise their dailylifes would be mad if they themselves weren't mad that is...", a degree of certainty crept into her actions as she starts to write out the goblin's "case form" smugly saying "...well, that's why our psychiatrist deals with disfunctionality rather than open madness mr fleabatman...", "...well there you go, miss barbiedoll here has said it, goblin..." butts in the muse continuing “...and, since you're a paragon of subservient functional conformity if ever there was one, there's nothing wrong with you is there, can we leave now please..." the goblin gorps at the receptionist "...goblin, can I swallow this down yet, I'm hungry..." says slot sensing the goblin's gorp at the receptionist had something to with male hormone braindeath again, slot just gulped anyway, "...you know, if there weren't two of them, anyone would think you had a "one tracked mind" goblin..." as the muse places her hands on his ears form behind and gently lifts up his head, and moreover his gaze, back to the receptionist's face, "...yes muse but she has a wonderful pair of, ouch..." the muse's nails take a vengeance on the goblin's scalp, adding "...right now goblin, just say your excuses to miss barbiedoll there and let's go please...", "...now mr fleabatman, if you will just take a seat, I will call our disfunctionality specialist, who will no doubt, be delighted to see you in a moment, meanwhile let me get you a cup of coffee..." as she walks in front of the now skipping zombie following her with outstretched arms behind her behind "...hear that muse, a coffee, she's human after all, now if this joint has WIFI we can just set up my laptop and check my emails from those "last post" thread replies, etc.,...", "...wow now that's more like it goblin..." replied the muse changed to her euphoric self again, continuing "...oh yes, I can see it now goblin, my name in lights that is, the paparazzi, those cameras, immortality too..." as the muse jumps onto the goblin's back, kicks and rides the goblin's mind headlong into the screen in one giant leap, "...oh yes, go for it my goblin, all hands to the keyboard, "open slotemy" and away with us..." she bellows as the internal scene completes its teleportation whereas outside a now gyrating zombie bobs his head up and down to goth music while the forgotten receptionist returns with his posting fuel, his "computer/coffee/self" triangle complete, his forcefield up and functional that is, the slot just gulped down the scene again, but alas there was never any cure when it got this far
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the goblin walks into the psychiatrist's studio, "...hello, what can we do for you mr....,..." says the receptionist waiting for him to fill in the blanc of his name "... fleamailman, as in the "insect" with "post" and "man"..." replies the goblin looking around at the usual row of elbowless chairs set hard up against the wall in front of that standard coffee table with its pile of scruffy fashion magazines, the goblin hesitantly continues "...well miss..." stopping to find the words for a moment distracted, then lifting his gaze up from the gap between her blouse buttons, "...actually I am having doubts about my internet-self, moreover, I get the feeling that my muse is mad..." blurts out the goblin, as if confessing to something, "...oh I see..." the usual off the cuff reply she makes while looking quickly down to the piece of paper for the goblin's name again "...well, Mr. fleabatman..., ..." as her hand moves towards the drawer, where those blanc "case forms" are, stops, rests her hand on the table, then, vaguely interested asks “... ...but surely, that doesn't make you disfunctional in real life so where's the problem here...", "...yes miss, that's what the muse keeps telling me too, oh, and naturally that greedy slot would say anything just to get fed again wouldn't he..." the goblin answered, noticing her hand once more moving towards the drawer again, he continues "...fact is I am not sure if a certain divergence between dailylife with common sense really merits madness, I mean most people, in that way, would be mad I suppose, otherwise their dailylifes would be mad if they themselves weren't mad that is...", a degree of certainty crept into her actions as she starts to write out the goblin's "case form" smugly saying "...well, that's why our psychiatrist deals with disfunctionality rather than open madness mr fleabatman...", "...well there you go, miss barbiedoll here has said it, goblin..." butts in the muse continuing “...and, since you're a paragon of subservient functional conformity if ever there was one, there's nothing wrong with you is there, can we leave now please..." the goblin gorps at the receptionist "...goblin, can I swallow this down yet, I'm hungry..." says slot sensing the goblin's gorp at the receptionist had something to with male hormone braindeath again, slot just gulped anyway, "...you know, if there weren't two of them, anyone would think you had a "one tracked mind" goblin..." as the muse places her hands on his ears form behind and gently lifts up his head, and moreover his gaze, back to the receptionist's face, "...yes muse but she has a wonderful pair of, ouch..." the muse's nails take a vengeance on the goblin's scalp, adding "...right now goblin, just say your excuses to miss barbiedoll there and let's go please...", "...now mr fleabatman, if you will just take a seat, I will call our disfunctionality specialist, who will no doubt, be delighted to see you in a moment, meanwhile let me get you a cup of coffee..." as she walks in front of the now skipping zombie following her with outstretched arms behind her behind "...hear that muse, a coffee, she's human after all, now if this joint has WIFI we can just set up my laptop and check my emails from those "last post" thread replies, etc.,...", "...wow now that's more like it goblin..." replied the muse changed to her euphoric self again, continuing "...oh yes, I can see it now goblin, my name in lights that is, the paparazzi, those cameras, immortality too..." as the muse jumps onto the goblin's back, kicks and rides the goblin's mind headlong into the screen in one giant leap, "...oh yes, go for it my goblin, all hands to the keyboard, "open slotemy" and away with us..." she bellows as the internal scene completes its teleportation whereas outside a now gyrating zombie bobs his head up and down to goth music while the forgotten receptionist returns with his posting fuel, his "computer/coffee/self" triangle complete, his forcefield up and functional that is, the slot just gulped down the scene again, but alas there was never any cure when it got this far
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the goblin was thinking that, since nothing could be proved here, that within reason then, one could be anything one likes on forumland, saying "...absolutely true unless one actually allows mudusa to stare directly at one by divulging those personal details to her, for if one ever does that, she simply turns you into dated stone like so many authors now...", being the goblin's reason for remaining anonymous even if admittedly she had been growing more tenacious of late
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the goblin was thinking that, since nothing could be proved here, that within reason then, one could be anything one likes on forumland, saying "...absolutely true unless one actually allows mudusa to stare directly at one by divulging those personal details to her, for if one ever does that, she simply turns you into dated stone like so many authors now...", being the goblin's reason for remaining anonymous even if admittedly she had been growing more tenacious of late
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the goblin thanked the lupusqueen for her post and just gave her that same old assurance once more, that his undeniable selfishness would keep him posting on on her forum right up to the last, saying "...no, I just want to be a winner, with winners too, those who face their day and post on in spite of it, me, you, well whoever then, for someone who posts on in spite of their dailylife is definitely a winner in my view, yes they might win against me too but mostly they're winning against themselves here, so do you remember what I wrote that line life's angels are not there to be nice, they're there to help one shine in their reflection, just reflect brightly now, show me how right I am to have that faith in you, and let's continue down this thread together then...", where the goblin, for all his faults, was almost as faithful as he was selfish too, so much so in fact that he doubted that he could really ever stop posting now, simply it would continue and go wherever his thoughts would take him now but where could one no go in posts if one kept at it
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the goblin thanked the lupusqueen for her post and just gave her that same old assurance once more, that his undeniable selfishness would keep him posting on on her forum right up to the last, saying "...no, I just want to be a winner, with winners too, those who face their day and post on in spite of it, me, you, well whoever then, for someone who posts on in spite of their dailylife is definitely a winner in my view, yes they might win against me too but mostly they're winning against themselves here, so do you remember what I wrote that line life's angels are not there to be nice, they're there to help one shine in their reflection, just reflect brightly now, show me how right I am to have that faith in you, and let's continue down this thread together then...", where the goblin, for all his faults, was almost as faithful as he was selfish too, so much so in fact that he doubted that he could really ever stop posting now, simply it would continue and go wherever his thoughts would take him now but where could one no go in posts if one kept at it
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“...well I suppose the lesson learned by you death is that one's life just carries on regardless until it's one's turn and then life carries on afterwards, and that it cannot carry on at all without one's death in one form or another...” voiced the goblin upon his noting, that what with his parents gone from him, that he was now the older generation by it, “...quite so, that's right my little goblin, no life without death now, none of this present here without that buried past of your now, and no future for anyone without me first clearing away this present between us, not that any of this was really ever anybody's to keep anyway...” replied death with a comforting smile then pointing to a little children's toy that the goblin had kept as a keepsake, continuing “...well now, you certainly grew out of playing with this toy then, and how long ago was that then, just like you grew out all of those youthful follies too, so let's just say that in the end one just grows out of this life completely, I mean who isn't fond of their childhood toys, yes but the fact is that if those toys no longer amuse you today it means that one is no longer a child, or are you a child goblin and which toy would you still want still, and besides, I could let you live on indefinitely if you like but it would mean seeing the death of your wife and children in your place goblin, I mean either I can let you die for the sake of others in good time or just let you live to burden those others you love eventually, so be brave my little goblin, be thankful for your life, yes, but try not to forget that the point of this life was never your own longevity within it, ah no perhaps the meaning of life was ever to know why it must be left behind in the end...”,
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“...well I suppose the lesson learned by you death is that one's life just carries on regardless until it's one's turn and then life carries on afterwards, and that it cannot carry on at all without one's death in one form or another...” voiced the goblin upon his noting, that what with his parents gone from him, that he was now the older generation by it, “...quite so, that's right my little goblin, no life without death now, none of this present here without that buried past of your now, and no future for anyone without me first clearing away this present between us, not that any of this was really ever anybody's to keep anyway...” replied death with a comforting smile then pointing to a little children's toy that the goblin had kept as a keepsake, continuing “...well now, you certainly grew out of playing with this toy then, and how long ago was that then, just like you grew out all of those youthful follies too, so let's just say that in the end one just grows out of this life completely, I mean who isn't fond of their childhood toys, yes but the fact is that if those toys no longer amuse you today it means that one is no longer a child, or are you a child goblin and which toy would you still want still, and besides, I could let you live on indefinitely if you like but it would mean seeing the death of your wife and children in your place goblin, I mean either I can let you die for the sake of others in good time or just let you live to burden those others you love eventually, so be brave my little goblin, be thankful for your life, yes, but try not to forget that the point of this life was never your own longevity within it, ah no perhaps the meaning of life was ever to know why it must be left behind in the end...”,
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The Death Bell Tolls
death is a mistake, an aberration.
speaking as if it has a right to.
a mis-nomer,
trespassing,
weaving illusions
built on lies,
hiding in shadows
from the truth,
for it is clear,
the Tree of Life,
is still here,
and time
marches on
as the death
of death
draws near.
death is a mistake, an aberration.
speaking as if it has a right to.
a mis-nomer,
trespassing,
weaving illusions
built on lies,
hiding in shadows
from the truth,
for it is clear,
the Tree of Life,
is still here,
and time
marches on
as the death
of death
draws near.
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