Our lives are woven whole-cloth,
many colors, yet we never see it whole. So easily we get lost in the moment, we don't see how the moment fits some larger pattern.
The world through all the eons has been woven whole-cloth, too. Again, we get caught in the present, we cannot see the warp and woof that made the world just so, and made our lives with it.
If we knew everything, yes, we'd go crazy. Yet sometimes don't we put our heads in the sand? Don't confuse me with the facts, a fellow will say.
So much is lost because we walk past without looking. It is not enough to have been here; you must have made a difference. Otherwise when you are laid in your final resting place the wind will blow the stink of you away and that'll be it, that's all she wrote.
Be someone someone has loved; leave something someone will cherish. Then your soul never dies. Save your piece of the world. Grab someone's heart.
Most of the time, though, we are just too busy, we can't be bothered. Most of the time we just walk away saying "yeah, yeah, yeah."
Snow is promised for later today, one to three inches. We'll see. Monday's rain has been moved to Tuesday and now it might be snow instead. The flag at the cemetery blows straight to the north. Our sky is grey.
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