Sleep tight.
And you will awake in the morning feeling alright.
Until one day you die.
And the sun does not rise.
But do not cry.
There is no need for being happy either.
The butterfly will fly.
The river will go dry.
The night will come.
And the cosmos, long after you are gone, will start again.
Feeling alright…
What can you see in the darkness
But the promise of the morning Sun…
~ Part of Harmonia Philosophica network
It exists.
We exist.
I exist.
The greatest miracle and mystery of them all.
What is existence? What does it mean to Be?
I am me.
And yet, what does that mean?
I am afraid it means nothing.
So I try to find out answers.
To questions that exist only in the heart of the night wind.
Oh, I wish I was more brave.
Brave enough to see that the vast sea looks up to Me…
~ Part of Harmonia Philosophica network
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