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Still Silent Wisdom The valley of man is deeply shallow. The unheard still, silent wisdom in the midst of the rapid, clamoring purposelessness manifests mans self destructive ignorance, so hallowed. All in the rocky garden addressed that which is noisily silenced in this planned canyon of eternal mortality. Men exalt glory unto the belly of the worm until as senseless vapors they share it's abode; knowing too late the glory that be. Though the stones continue man’s vanity the essence that still is bends the knee that is not to the glory that has always been. The tongue-less confession seals that which was clearly seen but dismissed as folly or worse unappreciatedly, freely received. Visible light brings to bear unbearable heat, time not sparring. Still, silent wisdom is too late. The price paid is far too great for glory misplaced in time. |
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