Life is so flimsy

We are here for but a brief moment. We cling to a flimsy; it will give way, as is the way of flimsy, and we will return to the Real.

As John Masefield put it, “Like a lame donkey, lured by the moving hay, we chase the shade and let the real be.” I would merely capitalize the “R” on his “real”.

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