| WE ESTIMATE ONLY ON HAVING. Having is not enjoying, it is nothing. Tears accentuate sadness; the flood of tears; the visitor who leaves reluctantly. Fly blind; the escape. Never, yes, is now: it is complete: sadness is a dark hole; there is no half-way; all is compounded. Sadness is tied to tricks of the mind; interrupted past; nature's delusive flow, when naught goes well, and bad is pervasive, like a surrounding storm. We see it; we are the altogether, the universal, but we do not know what that is. When the river ceases to flow, we stagnate in our impassioned needs. The need, the core of that institutes the mixing bloodstream: the fire which intensifies. The call to perform: TO DO. Anything is possible, but accomplishment mocks life.
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 Medium: oil on Strathmore Title: Laon cathedral Size: 12" x 18"
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