Once more I contemplate the empty page and whatever could be gleaned from its eloquent silence – as if it were possible for its personification to latch onto my thoughts and coax them to work, churn, tumble and breathe, the first few breaths of a new weazened dawn that has yet to ever supersede the night. It is, though, in the finitude of our ever-coddled, frail dawns that one speculates the infinitude of the finite; or rather, in the very limits that seem to deplete the human being of his humanity, that said humanity comes to meet its most noble calling: that to ever be what it has been crafted with seamless artistry to be, and what it has been vested with and destined, by boundless graciousness, to become.
Oh wow. This left me speechless. I really love your style of writing ❤ Thank you for posting!
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Thank you, I’m really happy you enjoyed this post, as I must admit it was quite a challenging one to write! Thanks for reading 😁😁
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