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- Open the fountain of life that is your own soul, drink of love and pour that love back into the river of life, loving and lifting all those who drown...
- Guilt... responsibility... redemption
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Beauty is a form - in and of poetry. It is subjective... and objective too. Or neither. What IS beauty? Can it - should it - be defined? It's certainly attractive - if it is true beauty. Well, beauty must be real, must be 'true', for it cannot be faked. We recognise fakes, don't we? Do we, though? Are we not sometimes fooled... anyhow, here's a few thoughts on it. An exploration, if you like, a search for a definition - while knowing it cannot be defined. 
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Thoughts on Imagination and setting oneself free - which for me, is enabled or at least encouraged by understanding, or the search for it. It is the journey, the search, not the arrival, which is most interesting and rewarding. So some say. I'd agree, but in certain circumstances, there's such pain in the journey that the end of it can be joyful! I'm thinking of blisters - physical and emotional...
Also - there is no absolute and certain knowledge, beyond the knowledge that we know nothing. As far as I am aware.
Anyway - this is about thinking beyond the box...
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