Bitter Sweet Epiphany
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
— Harriet Beecher Stowe (1811-1896)
I Only See One Corner Piece
Bitter Sweet Epiphany
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
— Harriet Beecher Stowe (1811-1896)
Amidst the tranquil embrace of dusk's fading light, I find myself standing amidst the solemn embrace of graves, bearing witness to a bitter sweet epiphany that unfolds before me this eve. It is here, where the veiled whispers of unspoken tales echo, resonating through the expanse of majestic resting places. Tears, both bitter and sweet, cascade gently like ethereal dewdrops beneath the pale luminescence of the moon.
In this poignant moment, a profound realization dawns upon my soul. The tears shed most bitterly upon these hallowed grounds are those shed for the words left unuttered, and the deeds left unrealized. Within the confines of these sacred tombs lie dormant narratives, imprisoned by the silence they were never granted. The enigmatic stories and profound emotions they encompass remain concealed, their depths uncharted and their impact forever unknown.
Oh, how these spectral echoes haunt my consciousness, akin to wisps of fleeting memories cascading through moonlit streams. Each tear that descends gracefully upon my cheeks serves as a poignant testament to the lingering power of these unspoken dreams, their significance lingering within the quietude of the night. As their ethereal essence envelopes me, I become acutely aware of the weight they bear, their presence palpable in the hushed symphony of emotions that pervades the atmosphere.
Indeed, it is within the depths of this bittersweet epiphany that I feel an ardent pledge stir within my being. A pledge to seize each fleeting moment, unburdened by the chains of hesitation and apprehension. To articulate the words that yearn to escape my lips before they dissolve into the abyss of regret. Time, ephemeral and relentless, slips through our grasp like fine grains of sand, while destiny weaves its intricate tapestry of interconnected events, forever altering the course of our lives.
Yet, within the realm of this realization, I find solace in the absence of a magnum opus, an opulent creation crafted by fate itself. Instead, I recognize the inherent power that lies within the simplicity of existence. I am reminded of the fragility of human life and the urgency it instills, propelling us towards genuine connection and profound expression.
Let us, then, rise with unwavering courage, liberating ourselves from the shackles of doubt and fear. Let us cherish the profoundness of love, mending the frayed threads of relationships that may have endured neglect. May our stories be written with ink untainted by trepidation, imbued with the audacity to conquer the uncharted territories of our hearts.
As the final act unfolds upon the stage of life, may we find solace in the battles fought and the victories achieved. May our tears become the balm that soothes our weary souls, cascading like a resplendent sunrise, heralding a new dawn. Let our narratives be complete, devoid of unspoken words, for within the tapestry of existence, each passing day weaves a tale uniquely our own, intertwining our journeys with those who share this ephemeral voyage.
And so, beneath the gentle caress of moonlight, I depart from this sacred ground, infused with a profound intellectual poeticism that intertwines my soul with the wisdom of those who rest here eternally. With a renewed sense of purpose, I embark upon the path ahead, embracing the eloquent dance of existence, where every word spoken and every deed realized adds vibrancy to the symphony of life.
A Friendly Arrangement
She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order.
— Toni Morrison (1931-2019)
The titled responsion is...
The "friendly arrangement" responsion admittedly falls short of the power within Toni Morrison's expression of gratitude. Expanding on the meaning of friendship from Aristotle to A.C. Grayling, the philosophy is vast and telling.
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