Post by drake on Sept 19, 2005 10:11:24 GMT -5
This is a letter to someone called DklmreaeaFml, this is part one.
Bonjour DklmreaeaFml!
At the time I am writing this letter, I am in the decade years, half a score and six. I believe in many things. My personal beliefs stretch beyond anyone on earth, in any number of years, or experience. A word on thy passions I believe in, and my personal beliefs, everything that co-exists within my conscious and sub-conscious at my age lies within thy metaphors of thy hidden text of the wondrous art of painted words.
Years pass, wisdom grows. Life goes on and on. Opinions change, knowledge exceeds. Life grows older, memories are gained along with experience, memories change, memories become faded. Your mind plays tricks on you, you follow your heart. Your heart may mislead you, but it is your mind that is misleading you. Your heart lies not where thy chest is, but your heart lies within thy mind. Your conscious is your mind, and your heart. You grow, I grow, time goes on. Forevermore words are an importance. Words cure you, words scar you. Years pass, answers develop. Questions emerge, questions become answers, furthermore questions come from thy answers. Questions are false, answers are false, and an entire kingdom of wealth and knowledge exists. Thy kingdom of knowledge is not small, but it is larger then thy universe, answers are sought; answers are given from this kingdom. Thy richest kingdom of all, it is. Thy kingdom, of which you and I are thy rulers, and thy key to its survival. It is not a prophecy; it is not a lair of good nor evil. Thy kingdom is young in existence. In a way, thy kingdom is eons old. For eons people have sought thy kingdom of knowledge, for eons people stared at thy stars for answers. For eons people have wondered, for eons people added to thy trove of knowledge what is thy kingdom. For eons people wondered thy name of thy kingdom, for eons residents of thy kingdom came into mortal life and live along thy people of thy modern and ancient days. Residents such as Plato, Socrates, Voltaire, Emeritus Nolloth, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Benjamin Franklin, Jostein Gaarder, Daniel Quinn, me, and many others. This kingdom is thy trove of knowledge, but an even greater knowledge dwells in this kingdom. Philosophy is thy name, and thy trove of knowledge that lies within this kingdom.
For life goes on, you wonder where do you, and your whole civilization live. We can live on a human's forehead. We can exist on a flea. It may seem impossible, but it is not. We may not be the dominate species. We may have many things, while we don't. Life is sacred. Time is valuable. I look in the mirror, I see you, I see myself. How do we know, it is not an entire world in the mirror? Can we only be characters in a book? Are we a dream? Two hours to one planet can seem like two weeks on another. The time can be the same, but thy life span is different. They can value something, we can value something. For eons we believe in thy same thing, and then we break apart.
Days grow old. Time grows old. Days turn into weeks. Weeks turn into months. Months turn into seasons. Seasons become years. Years become decades. And so on. Life can all be a dream. Thy kingdom of knowledge will surface. Thy kingdom grows ever younger in thy hearts of thy people. Thy kingdom's eons of secrecy are no longer. Thy kingdom is no longer.
Faith is being lost.
Thanks,
Drake
Bonjour DklmreaeaFml!
At the time I am writing this letter, I am in the decade years, half a score and six. I believe in many things. My personal beliefs stretch beyond anyone on earth, in any number of years, or experience. A word on thy passions I believe in, and my personal beliefs, everything that co-exists within my conscious and sub-conscious at my age lies within thy metaphors of thy hidden text of the wondrous art of painted words.
Years pass, wisdom grows. Life goes on and on. Opinions change, knowledge exceeds. Life grows older, memories are gained along with experience, memories change, memories become faded. Your mind plays tricks on you, you follow your heart. Your heart may mislead you, but it is your mind that is misleading you. Your heart lies not where thy chest is, but your heart lies within thy mind. Your conscious is your mind, and your heart. You grow, I grow, time goes on. Forevermore words are an importance. Words cure you, words scar you. Years pass, answers develop. Questions emerge, questions become answers, furthermore questions come from thy answers. Questions are false, answers are false, and an entire kingdom of wealth and knowledge exists. Thy kingdom of knowledge is not small, but it is larger then thy universe, answers are sought; answers are given from this kingdom. Thy richest kingdom of all, it is. Thy kingdom, of which you and I are thy rulers, and thy key to its survival. It is not a prophecy; it is not a lair of good nor evil. Thy kingdom is young in existence. In a way, thy kingdom is eons old. For eons people have sought thy kingdom of knowledge, for eons people stared at thy stars for answers. For eons people have wondered, for eons people added to thy trove of knowledge what is thy kingdom. For eons people wondered thy name of thy kingdom, for eons residents of thy kingdom came into mortal life and live along thy people of thy modern and ancient days. Residents such as Plato, Socrates, Voltaire, Emeritus Nolloth, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Benjamin Franklin, Jostein Gaarder, Daniel Quinn, me, and many others. This kingdom is thy trove of knowledge, but an even greater knowledge dwells in this kingdom. Philosophy is thy name, and thy trove of knowledge that lies within this kingdom.
For life goes on, you wonder where do you, and your whole civilization live. We can live on a human's forehead. We can exist on a flea. It may seem impossible, but it is not. We may not be the dominate species. We may have many things, while we don't. Life is sacred. Time is valuable. I look in the mirror, I see you, I see myself. How do we know, it is not an entire world in the mirror? Can we only be characters in a book? Are we a dream? Two hours to one planet can seem like two weeks on another. The time can be the same, but thy life span is different. They can value something, we can value something. For eons we believe in thy same thing, and then we break apart.
Days grow old. Time grows old. Days turn into weeks. Weeks turn into months. Months turn into seasons. Seasons become years. Years become decades. And so on. Life can all be a dream. Thy kingdom of knowledge will surface. Thy kingdom grows ever younger in thy hearts of thy people. Thy kingdom's eons of secrecy are no longer. Thy kingdom is no longer.
Faith is being lost.
Thanks,
Drake