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River of life (Free verse) by Roisin
Death is infinity, A mass of unanswered questions. We are all Floating down the river of life, Unable to stop the flow, Knowing the end will come, Without knowing when. End? Or new beginning? Some travel faster, Leaving their companions Floating slowly behind. Some try to keep still, Desperately grasping At rocks on the river bank. Others swim gracefully, Confident and swift, Falsely thinking they know the end. No one can know, Until that day when the river turns to sea, And we are free.

Up the ladder: Sophisticant
Down the ladder: Good Bye

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Arithmetic Mean: 5.1666665
Weighted score: 5.0448236
Overall Rank: 6907
Posted: July 18, 2002 10:15 AM PDT; Last modified: July 18, 2002 10:15 AM PDT
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[5] -=SeTTle=- @ | 29-Jul-02/8:58 PM | Reply
how profrond (get it?)
[7] electroman1979 @ | 27-Nov-03/4:38 PM | Reply
free of what? is death a blessing for us or a curse? i don't quite agree with the content, but its a good poem, 7
[n/a] Roisin @ > electroman1979 | 28-Nov-03/3:32 AM | Reply
We do not know whether death is a curse or a blessing since it is the permanent discontinuation of life, thus we can neither have experienced it nor recieved second hand evidence of it. All we can assume is that it offers freedom from the spatial world whether it be in the form of a disembodied mind or complete nothingness. Is not even nothingness a form of freedom from the world of substance?
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