Sunday, June 21, 2009

Life is indeed a gift.

Our senses bestow upon us a lasting appreciation for the whole of existence.
Whatever may be the case about time; its flow is a gift. Serendipitous, maybe, but a gift none the less.

Fortuitous surely; for LIFE in this universe is self building and self-justifying. All of life is tangled and built upon itself; in the mist of these surroundings it is little to say I am awed by these gifts.

This mountain view and silence is but an enduring reminder of our insignificance , freedom and spirituality.
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