Monday, January 12, 2004

Threads of fate that seemingly binds us all together,
And yet fate which binds, tears apart too.
The cacophony of voices of man,
Sings out the symphony we call "life"
Does the meaning of life come from the tapestry fate weaves,
The symphony that men themselves sing?

Is it all but a recursive repercussion of man itself?


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