The depths of many a soul Ive crossed paths with could be described as a puddle trying to portray an ocean. Some might view with rose tinted glasses the efforts of one such puddle, seeming to grasp the tenacity required for a puddle to attempt greater depth. Alas though, puddles do not become oceans, though wither an ocean can into a puddle. The volumes speak multitudes. While the glint of a puddle in the desert form afar might excite one to the possibilities of depth, it is simply never so. Puddles see puddles as oceans. Be shallow that you may never realize that depth will forever be beyond your grasp. Ignorance is bliss, though judgement presides as if by the angry seas themselves. Look within as though judged from without and see how your insignificance staring back at you. Do not be afraid, it is that fear that prevents you from ever seeing your lack of depth. Expand outward by first declaring purity inward. Exact the toll personally required for paradise before you wither away to nothingness.
Posted on: Mon, 15 Dec 2014 16:25:17 +0000
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