Lost

​Why does it pain so

Now that it’s lost?

It was so empty and meaningless

And its promises so vague

As the reason scoffed at,

And the world looked at it

As an amusing toy

To be given away in a garage sale.

And now it feels like

The end of eternity,

And I have no corner

Of refuge from the world.

For how can I fly

When my little piece of sky

Is lost forever?

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I have always been a great believer. I've flitted from one belief to another, from religion to atheism and from one philosophy to another, until I finally settled on J. Krishnamurti whose philosophy is that there is no philosophy. So now I firmly believe that there is nothing to believe. Now such a belief would, I believe, have been considered dangerous to society if the authorities had believed me to be of any consequence. No man of consequence they believe would waste his time on the pursuit of blogging!

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