The beauty of being? Just being? Who says what it is? We? And How? Why? What is beauty? "This", we say! This? but why? Why must everything be more as it is? Why is there a scale? "No!" Really? Rumour? "Yes!" Really? Why must we anyway? Why not? And if not, why? Rumour? "Who said that! and when?" When is that true, and why? What is good? And what is not. Why? What is bad and what is sad then? "What is it, and why?" Rumour? "Is it?" Why? What is now? How did we define it? But who did and why? We? What is happy and how is it and Why? We call it this way and not how it is? "Rumour!" Rumour? And if this is this, why do we name it, and how? And Why? Who? "Who said that! We?" or who else and why? This is the beauty of being? "Just be!"
A contest entry
- World of Deception by drifting cloud.
700 points, ended August 13, 22 entries
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Wow! You're on a roll here. Nobody knows, do they? So, just be. Thanks for entering.
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JUST BE
I see the confusion in this and that is how life truly is isn't it. I want to just be. This is a GREAT write.
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