In a world too brightly lit we loose the depth of night.In a world without soil we loose our soul.In a world absent deep deep harmony we become flat.In this world of meandering consciousness many cry out for meaning.Meaning is what they can least afford and mean instead comfort, assurance.The bedtime story of divine purpose,Continue reading “World Too Brightly Lit”
-
Follow
Following
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Too Late for the Gods 