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Thought (Free verse) by Quarton

What are thoughts, only neural connections, transfer of impulse followed by conclusion? A journey in time, a pause, life's reflections; past reality lived or a rebirth of illusion? A thought commences, continues to fruition, potent, far reaching or a mere blip in time. Frivolous, quixotic--clothed in erudition, or nebulous, unfocused; naked yet sublime. As ideas emerge and the many concur, is thought then transformed to thing? Reality created as life's images occur; I think that I am and the universe a string. Take away the thought, do skies turn gray; oceans cease to ebb and rivers to flow? If no thought exists, does the world go away; stars above gone--no one left to know? Is creation then a metamorphous of thought, our being, in reality, mind made? Particles arranged and true essence sought; temporally formed--sadly destined to fade.

Quarton 25-Dec-02/10:06 AM
You may be correct though pi is, of course, infinite
in a mathematical sense. So if forever exists, when
and why did it come into being? Or does it have no
beginning, a concept that is beyond our intellectual
capabilities? Hell, even imagination comes up short
in such esoteric concepts.




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