The Edge of All That Is

I stand out at the edge of all that is and I consider the very little that I am. And then I consider all that I am, and it would seem all of the complexity of the mountains and valleys and streams dwells inside even me. Yes, my mind marvels at all that I don’t comprehend, which is much, but why should it not? One man’s science is another man’s magic, and one man’s cause is another man’s bane.





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