Monday


The insignificance of life and
the significance of life
are intertwined like vines growing on a tree, in silence.
In the deep, deep forest of silence we find,
truth and irrelevance.
In the brief moment, infinity.

In everything I do, I feel this duality.
Significance and triviality
Order and chaos
Meaning and emptiness
Vines growing on a tree.

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