The well is full, but the world is dry.
Everything has been done, and it should not and can not be done again.
Is there another world?
The well is full, but the world is dry.
Everything has been done, and it should not and can not be done again.
Is there another world?
American Culture, Art, Experimental Fiction, Failure, Fear, Idealism, Poetry, Purpose, Seeking God, why write
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#1 by trisha on January 20, 2011 - 8:08 am
uh-huh! this is the only world we have.
#2 by Evelyn on January 23, 2011 - 7:56 pm
How did I miss this one??
So sad and heavy.
sigh
#3 by Carl on January 23, 2011 - 8:34 pm
Thank you, my friend.