The questions that have confounded and inspired philosophers of the past. If not, then what is of value in life? What has any importance at all but life itself? The reason for our being seems to be wrapped in this conundrum, and projects us helplessly onward into what we call "infinity", to explore, to create, to dream, and yes, to die and be reborn. A cycle that seems to have no beginning and no end, if not for man's ego and "logic", balance and reason. 

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both pieces are wonderful!!!!

both pieces are wonderful!!!! hugss!

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "