Dovina3 Jul 2004

After the beating you took on Recycled Stardust, I thought how good it is to read poetry about science-philosophy and how your efforts might improve. I mean this constructively:
Time's End by Quarton
On mountain's towering white crest,
Winter’s hold weakens in warm spring winds,
Tiny droplets freed from frigid grip,
Meld in rills of pristine water,
Gaining strength,
Like visceral search for truth,
Reflecting life's odyssey through time,
Dancing splashes of clarity and meaning.

But as rivers cease to run in Autumn,
So too us,
Slowly, aging waters recede,
Current diminishes to a trickle and disappears.
All traces gone,
An arduous journey
From creation to realization, to oblivion,
Another cycle completed.
Harbinger of spring's re-emergence
The renewal of passage begun anew.