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| Moments Of Life |
6/26/2002
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Life is just a series of moments, one is not more important than another.
Death is either the end of life or the beginning of something else.
The unknown is always questionable.
Being human is a context.
Content over form or is it quality over quantity?
Matter in space does it really matter?
Forget all that is ever learned, love all that is never hated.
Be incognito to the rest of the world, humanity is just around the corner.
Episodes of life come one at a time, stop and think about it, and it may be too late.
Hear what has just been said, look at what has just been discovered.
Evolution destroys humanity in the long term effect.
In the end of it all all of it ends.
To live a life lived well alive, to be loved, and to have a love is well alive.
Humanity is being human to each other for we are all humans.
But some of us never respect it the way they should.
This is the problem with society, life is taken for granted.
We do not take life in series of moments, we take life as a moment.
That is all life is just a series of moments, put together like string on a ball of yarn.
Throw the yarn and pull the string, let it all unravel.
Watch the cat chase it like it would a mouse.
Prey upon the weak live only the strong, life is too short for being.
Respect life for all that it is worth, being human is only natural.
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