It is a rare day between or above a weather system. A time at odds with data, confirming the reality of possibility. Today we are climbing, but unbeknownst to ourselves at the time we did not proceed to the summit, but instead we met an extraordinary character. Perched on a ledge he had an appointment with death. And death, this old man, dressed in different suits depending on the occasion, met us. He stayed a while bid us farewell and until next time. We all have an appointment. We want to forget, but it is good not to.
Words, simple shelter of the interfacing mind, go beyond meaning, words shift ideas into shapes,
Because reality is too difficult, too abstract for meaning. Pain is real, it makes beauty possible. Reality is a breath; in and out.
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