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Emptiness (Revised) Click. Click. Click. Kilometers clicking away. The car and the tires hum. The trip is long. The road is "more" travelled. I have learned serendipitly speaking, That "it doesn't matter." Life as it is, doesn't matter. Awards, diplomas, degrees grace my walls. They aren't worth the paper they're printed on goes an old but true saying. I've been featured in newspapers, and featured in a national magazine - all of which is my fifteen minutes of fame! When "it's over" what will I have? A stone perhaps to say I was here? Hitler was here. I'm not! So who's remembered most...? I shaved my head in silent recognition of six million - no one cared. I ate unleavened bread in silent recognition. I sat, and waited, and prayed, For the Master to come. |
Additional Notes:
Written on the long (800 kms) trip home through a blinding snow storm. I had plenty of time
to think.
In Canada we say, it's so many clicks, meaning Kilometers, to our destination...or I have so
many clicks on my car, meaning kilometers (distance).
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