Do people ever get to the point where they simply and completely believe,
or is there always some part of them that questions?
Perhaps it goes unquestioned, like an emotional numbness that slowly sets in.
That numbness does not seem analogous to a death or a struggling.
It seems like an idea of some anti-nirvana, where all would be blank and empty,
but the blankness is you to the point of meaninglessness or anti-meaning.
I’m not ready to believe that. Can people really ever lose or erode completely that awareness of the vibrations, of the longing? Even fathers have a listlessness, a wistful distance in their eyes from time to time. Certainly that aching is something all of growing humanity shares. Anyone who has been alive long enough, can (and certainly must?) ponder the aging life, the often painful clarity of hindsight.
I’m not ready to believe that. Can people really ever lose or erode completely that awareness of the vibrations, of the longing? Even fathers have a listlessness, a wistful distance in their eyes from time to time. Certainly that aching is something all of growing humanity shares. Anyone who has been alive long enough, can (and certainly must?) ponder the aging life, the often painful clarity of hindsight.
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