Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Thursday, July 7, 2011

7.7

Many people have asked these questions before me.
When does a sapling become a tree, or a colt become a horse, or a stream become a river, or a boy become a man, or an attachment become love?
But I want to ask: when does the journey mean you've arrived?

5 comments:

  1. Vague, but I think you'll figure it out.

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  2. I'm fascinated by the fact that you called this "vague."

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  3. For me, it's extremely vague. Admit it. I rarely write such pointless things. I try to always have a point or a moral or something.

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  4. It isn't pointless, and it makes too much sense to me to call it "vague." It just doesn't sound like the typical you, is all.

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