On Thought and Sense.
Giving definition to the undefinable.
As we strive to codify those things,
That give us our mystery.
As Life and Love are fleeting.
We scramble to put into words,
those things even we cannot fully express.
What are we without definitions?
When memories and emotions are all we have?
And it seems the heady mix of pleasure and pain goes on forever.
I say we are blessed.
M.J. McGuire-Curry
April 20 2007
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