brown_thumb
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I know for whom the bell tolls. I accept my fate. As a child the ringing in my ears was distant and faint. Lately, it rings more loudly and with ominous tone. But is it truly menacing or is it my fear of the unknown, giving me pause? Time will tell, if there is such a thing as time. Unbeknownst to humankind, are simple truths, yet invisible to our weak intellect. We struggle to see what cannot be seen... tiny glimpses witnessed by a few may hint at what is to come, or not. But are they witnessed glimpses, or are they fanciful wishful imagination driven by a starving need for meaning? Some pretend to know by venue of 'faith'. Others demand cold hard 'data'. Who are the wiser? What is this murky cold misery in which we swim, or drown? Which is the wiser action, or inaction? Is swimming a good fight, and is it all we've got? Is sinking giving in and giving up, or is it simply letting go and our reward is easy floating above what were once relentlessly crashing waves? What is this endless battle we wage? To what gain? To what end? Who are the wiser; believers or provers? I'm neither, and I know not whether to sink or swim.